The Wistful Mountain

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Opal Aldridge’s fingers, stained with the iron-gall ink of the plantation ledgers, moved swiftly across the parchment, tallying the seized cargo of contraband tobacco that had brought the soldiers to the hollow. The air in the scriptorium was heavy with damp wool and the dry rot of old paper, a scent that clung to the back of her throat like a swallowed stone. She was thirty years old, a scribe...

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