The Wistful Mountain

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The dream began not with light, but with the heavy, suffocating weight of wool, a fabric so ancient and dense that it seemed to weave itself from the very shadow of the world, wrapping around the shoulders of the young man who stood at the edge of the precipice, his breath misting in the air that tasted of iron and old stone, while the landscape below him stretched out in a labyrinthine expanse...

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