The Wistful Mountain

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The workshop was a box of silence, sealed tight against the world, where the air hung heavy with the scent of sulfur and old sweat. Elias Thorne sat hunched over the wheel, his forty-year-old hands moving in a rhythm that had long since outpaced his heartbeat, polishing a single pane of wistful green glass that sat in the center of the table. He had only until Friday to complete the commission...

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