The Wistful Mountain

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The air in Control Room 4 did not smell of stale coffee or damp wool, as it had for the last twenty years, but of ozone and the sharp, metallic tang of ionized oxygen, a scent that coated the back of Elias Thorne’s throat like a physical weight, pressing against the base of his skull where the tremors were beginning to dance, a rhythmic, involuntary spasm in the fingers that had once drafted...

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