The Wistful Mountain

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The dream always began with the sound of a zipper pulling tight, a long, metallic shriek that tore through the silence of the bedroom like a knife through silk. Thomas Bradshaw lay on his back, the duvet twisted around his legs, and listened to the noise that did not exist in the waking world. It was the sound of a boundary being sealed, a path closing off, and in the half-light of his pre-dawn...

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