The Wistful Mountain

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The sealant held. That was the first thing. The black line, thick and glossy, bridged the crack in the drywall. A perfect, artificial scar. I stood back, wiping the bead of adhesive from my thumb. The smell of solvent was sharp. It cut through the stale air of the hallway. I was a man who fixed things. This was my trade. My identity was built on the premise that damage could be repaired. That...

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