The Wistful Mountain

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The champagne tasted like copper and old stone. "Thorne, you look well," the Commissioner said, his voice thin over the roar of the crowd. He did not look at me. He looked at the chandelier above my head, which swayed gently, though the air was still. I smiled. I wanted the pin. The silver star for ten years of service. I had paid for it with every hour I had not slept, every border I had...

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