The Wistful Mountain

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Sardine boats groaned in the harbor of Douarnenez, their hulls slick with brine and the day’s catch, while the black-soil plain stretched to the horizon under a sky that had not rained in three weeks. Juliette Sabatier stood in the doorway of the settlement house’s registry office, her hand resting on the frame, watching the men haul the nets up the ramp with a rhythm that felt less like work...

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