The Wistful Mountain

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The chisel bit into the granite, a sharp, crystalline fracture that echoed off the damp walls. I wiped the dust from my face, my hands trembling not from cold but from a primal, instinctual hunger to leave. Thomas was dying in the ledger, his debt a noose tightening around our shared history, and I needed to cut the stone, pack my tools, and walk out of this mountain’s mouth. I was forty-two, a...

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