The Wistful Mountain

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2026-08-18 15:08:10 -

The snow had started to fall before the alarm even rang, a thick, silent curtain that erased the boundary between the barracks and the white void outside. I remember the cold, not as a temperature, but as a physical weight pressing against my eardrums, a pressure that made the air in the room taste of iron and old dust. We were supposed to be resting, supposed to be the quiet keepers of a...

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