The Wistful Mountain

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In his left hand, Elias Vane held a disc of silver so thin it was nearly translucent, the metal trembling not from the wind but from the faint, rhythmic vibration of his own pulse, which he had learned to suppress through twenty years of labor at the anvil. The light in the carriage was failing, the afternoon sun having dipped below the jagged skyline of the industrial district, leaving only...

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