The Wistful Mountain
The ink on the page was dry, but my hands were not. I sat at the mahogany desk in my office at the Blackwood Institute, the November rain blurring the view of the campus into a gray smear, and stared at the title page of the manuscript I had spent three years compiling. It was called *The Wistful Mountain*, a comprehensive study on the decline of regional dialects in the Appalachian foothills,...
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