The Wistful Mountain
The Wistful Mountain The fog clung to the hills above Cape Town like a memory refusing to lift. Amara Nkosi stood on the balcony of their apartment in Camps Bay, watching the Atlantic swallow the last light. Behind her, David was asleep—no, not asleep, pretending to sleep. They had both learned the difference over seven years of marriage. She had climbed these mountains to escape something....
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