The Wistful Mountain

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The feast was a lie, a thin veneer of roast beef and stale ale masking the rot beneath the floorboards of the Blackwood Steel Mill. Elias Thorne sat at the head of the long table, his hands folded on the white tablecloth, feeling the weight of the iron in his bones. He was forty years old, a senior inspector with twenty years of service etched into the lines around his eyes, and he wanted only...

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