The Wistful Mountain

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Chapter One "Sign here, Franca. Just here, and the oxygen stays flowing for another month." The clerk’s finger hovered over the paper, a smudge of grease darkening his thumbnail. Franca Orsini did not move. She stood in the processing ring of Station Sixty-Three of the Ferry Slip, the air thick with the metallic tang of recycled breath and the low, rhythmic hum of the ventilation fans. The line...

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