The Wistful Mountain

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The jar sat on the high shelf in the corner of the library, a place where the dust gathered in thick, gray strata and the air hung heavy with the scent of decaying paper and old ink, a vessel that I had watched for three years without ever daring to touch, a simple piece of clay, unglazed and rough, shaped by hands I could not identify but which I knew, with a certainty that felt like a...

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