The Wistful Mountain

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The hall is bright. Too bright. You stand in the center. The chandeliers drip gold. It feels like honey. Sticky. Heavy. You are dressed in black. Silk. It clings to your skin. You do not feel cold. You feel watched. The air tastes of copper. And ozone. Your brother, Julian, stands across the room. He holds a glass. Whiskey. Amber liquid. He smiles. It is a thin smile. A crack in the porcelain....

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