The Wistful Mountain

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The foreman’s whistle shrieked, a thin, high-pitched tear in the morning air that cut through the smell of wet coal and rust. "Holloway! You’re late again, Thomas. The inspection starts in ten minutes." Thomas straightened his back, the joints popping with a dry, mechanical sound. He was a man built for the work, broad-shouldered and dense-boned, but the years of standing on vibrating steel...

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