The Wistful Mountain

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The requisition order lay on the table, its paper dry and brittle, smelling faintly of the ink that had dried on it three days ago. You stared at the stamp, the red wax of the Imperial Geological Survey cracked like old skin, and you knew that your tenure, your life’s work, your monograph on the Blackwood Range, was no longer yours to claim. The mist outside the window of your field tent was...

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