The Wistful Mountain

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The deed to the workshop was folded in my pocket, stiff with the damp of the cellar where I kept it, and my fingers were blackened with the soot that clung to everything in Vane. It was 1912, the year the city choked on its own progress, and I was forty-two years old, though my bones felt older. I needed that paper signed and notarized before the winter debt collectors arrived, men who smelled...

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