The Wistful Mountain
The dream is not a dream in the way you understand dreams, where the logic dissolves into mist and the walls breathe, but rather a hyper-realistic simulation of a Tuesday afternoon that has stretched so thin it has snapped, leaving you suspended in the sterile, humming air of the conference room on the fourteenth floor of the corporate tower in Chicago where the glass is so clean it ceases to...
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