The Wistful Mountain

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2026-08-18 00:25:33 -

The office smelled of dry dust and stale coffee. Margaret sat at her desk. The walls were white. The carpet was beige. Everything was beige. She looked at the clock. The hands moved slowly. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. She was a manager. Mid-level. Invisible. Her job was to process forms. The forms were thick. They were white. They were endless. She pushed them through the machine. The machine...

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