The Wistful Mountain

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The count was forty-two. That was how many times Elias had tapped the iron bar with his fingernail since the lights went out. Forty-two. He counted again, slower this time, to make sure the number held. The cell was cold, the kind of damp that seeps into the bones and stays there. He gripped the cold iron until his knuckles turned white. In his mind, the bowl was whole. It sat on the table in...

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