The Wistful Mountain

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2026-08-18 02:49:22 -

He woke with the taste of iron on his tongue. The dream had been thick. Dark. A forest of black pines bending under a sky the color of a bruise. In the dream, he was not old. His knees did not ache. His lungs did not rattle. He was a young man again. The leather of his holster was soft. The air smelled of pine sap and cold stone. He sat up. The blanket slipped off his chest. The cabin was cold....

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