The Wistful Mountain

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2026-08-24 10:34:42 -

The chandelier at the Blackwood Ironworks banquet hall was a heavy, brass thing, dripping with crystals that caught the gaslight and fractured it into a thousand sharp, cold stars, and Elias Thorne stood beneath it holding a glass of port that had gone warm in his hand, his smile a fixed, painful mask that did not reach his eyes. He was thirty-four years old, a foreman with twenty years of soot...

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