The Wistful Mountain
The ivy climbed the brick wall of St. Jude’s Orphanage with a silent, relentless purpose. It did not ask for permission. It simply grew, thickening its grip on the mortar, turning the grey facade into a living tapestry of green. Elias sat on the stone bench beneath it. He was twelve years old, though he looked older. His eyes were large and dark, holding a depth that unsettled the matrons. He...
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