The Wistful Mountain

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My chisel bit into the granite and the stone screamed. It was a low, grinding sound, like a wheel turning in mud, but it came from inside the rock, not from my tool. I pulled the hammer back, my shoulder burning, and struck again. The chip flew off, white and sharp, landing on the frozen ground. I wiped the sweat from my eyes with a sleeve that was stiff with old grease. The air in the tunnel...

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