The Wistful Mountain

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I dreamed of the cellar. It was not a dark cellar, as one might expect, but a room of pale, dusty light, where the air hung still and heavy with the scent of wet stone and old paper. In the center of this dream-space stood a single object: a brass compass, tarnished by time, its needle frozen, pointing not north, but inward, toward a hole in the earth that did not exist in waking life. I woke...

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