The Wistful Mountain

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"You have it," said the man. He stood in the doorway. Rain slicked the cobblestones outside. Inside, the air smelled of damp wool and old paper. I looked up from the desk. The ledger lay open. The ink was dry. "It is here," I said. My voice was flat. It was a stone dropped in a still pond. The man stepped closer. His boots made no sound. He wore a gray coat. It was expensive. It was old. The...

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