The Wistful Mountain

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The summons came from the shadows of the basement, a voice like gravel grinding under a boot. "Vance." It was not a question, nor a plea, but a command that seemed to vibrate in the soot-dusted air of the textile mill’s lower level. Elara Vance, twenty-four, paused in her work of inspecting a spool of raw cotton, her fingers stained grey with the dust of the machine. The light from the single...

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