The Wistful Mountain

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The dream is always the same, a dissolving of solid things into a thick, grey fog that tastes of copper and old dust, and you wake with the taste still on your tongue, your heart hammering against ribs that feel thinner than they did yesterday, the workshop dark and silent save for the rhythmic, terrifying tick of the Grand Orrery, which stands in the center of the room like a monolith of brass...

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