The Wistful Mountain

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The train to the coast left at four, and by the time the doors hissed shut, Marcus had already missed his stop. He stood in the aisle, holding the strap with a grip that felt less like necessity and more like a prayer, watching the gray blizzard of the city slide past the glass. In his hands, he cradled a small, brass compass. It was not a new thing. The lacquer was chipped, revealing the dull...

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