The Wistful Mountain

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The wool coat hung on the hook. It was heavy. Dark brown. It smelled of dust and old smoke. Elias touched the sleeve. The fabric was coarse. He looked away. He did not touch it again. The office was cold. Stone walls. High windows. Light fell in thin bars. Dust motes danced. Elias sat at the desk. He held a pen. The ink was black. The paper was white. He waited. Footsteps echoed. They were...

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