The Wistful Mountain

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The rain hits the windowpane with the rhythmic persistence of a countdown, and you are standing in the center of a room that no longer exists. You are wearing the uniform, the fabric still damp with a cold that has nothing to do with the weather, and in your hand, you hold the badge. It is not metal. It is a sheet of heavy, grey paper, folded into a precise, angular shape that mimics the...

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