The Wistful Mountain

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The dream was always the same. A tower of glass, humming at a frequency just below hearing, a low tectonic groan that vibrated in the teeth. Elias Thorne woke with the taste of ozone in his mouth, the blueprints of the Meridian Spire still pinned to the wall of his studio, glowing faintly under the streetlamp’s intrusion. He was forty-two. Six years he had spent on this structure, six years of...

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