The Wistful Mountain

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The fifty-eight of the Tannery Steps were worn smooth by decades of boots, a history of friction that I had to climb before the sun broke the horizon. I stood at the top, my hands shaking not from cold but from the weight of the ledger in my pocket, the paper thin as onion skin, recording debts that had no receipt. Below, the ferry crossing waited, its hull listing against the shingle beach...

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