The Wistful Mountain

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2026-08-18 00:42:17 -

The badge sat on the mahogany desk. Brass. Cold. It reflected the fluorescent hum of the office, a sterile white light that bleached the color from the walls. Elias stared at it. His fingers twitched, a spasm of nerve endings firing in the dark. He did not touch it. To touch it was to break the seal. To touch it was to admit he was still here. The institution was a labyrinth of gray corridors...

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