The Wistful Mountain

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The chisel bit into the limestone with a sound like a bone snapping under a boot, and you counted the blow, one, two, three, as if the rhythm could keep the tremor out of your wrist. You were forty-two years old, Elias Thorne, and your hands had begun to betray you six months ago, a palsy that started in the fingers and crept up the arm, a slow freezing that felt less like illness and more like...

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