The Wistful Mountain

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The certificate lay on the wet stone floor, its corners curling inward like dried leaves. Elias Thorne did not pick it up. He stood in the center of the mill floor, the air thick with the smell of wet wool and machine oil, watching the fog press against the high windows. The paper was a safety certification for the new loom, a document that, once signed, would secure his pension and ensure the...

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