The Wistful Mountain

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The inkwell sat heavy in my hand, its black liquid still as a held breath. I was forty years old, a clerk in the coal office of the Whitmore Mining Company, and I wanted the promotion to foreman. It was the only thing that mattered. The rest of the world was dust and waiting. Mr. Halloway stood by the window, spitting onto the linoleum floor. The spit landed with a wet slap, a small, ugly sound...

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