The Wistful Mountain

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The kilns at thirty-one of Gallows Corner burned through the night, their orange glow bleeding into the frost that had sealed the well three days prior. The air tasted of ash and cold iron, a physical weight that settled in the lungs of every worker in the river county. Fang Li stood on the shingle beach, watching the sea rob the shore of its stones, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts...

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