The Wistful Mountain

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2026-08-25 07:36:54 -

The chisel felt heavy in my grip, a cold steel rod that bit into the calluses of my palm as I struck the hammer. I am Elias, forty-two, and a stonecutter by trade, though these days the work is less about trade and more about penance. I wanted to carve the final seal on my father’s mausoleum before the winter solstice, a task that had consumed three years of my life and the last of my savings....

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