The Wistful Mountain

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The train shudders to a halt. You step onto the platform. The air is thick with coal smoke and damp earth. It smells of rust. It smells of old rain. You are here to investigate a disappearance. Or so you tell yourself. The file in your hand is light. It feels like a lie. Margaret stands at the edge of the platform. She is smaller than you remember. Her coat is grey. Her eyes are red. She does...

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