The Wistful Mountain

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Chapter One Gladys Priddy, thirty-two, woke with the taste of rust on her tongue. The dream was gone, but the walls of the hab-module still felt soft, bleeding a thick, amber sap that smelled of pine resin and old blood. I checked the oxygen gauge. Forty-two of Candlewick Row, I thought, the address from my last life, where the air was free and the rain was just water. Here, in the Pacific...

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