The Wistful Mountain

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The brass gear lay in Elias’s palm, cold and heavy as a stone pulled from a riverbed. It was a escapement wheel, no bigger than a thumbnail, yet it held the weight of the entire town’s time. He sat in the Mayor’s office, the air thick with the smell of stale coffee and floor wax, and waited for a decision that felt like a verdict. The Mayor, a man named Thorne whose suit fit him like a second...

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