The Wistful Mountain

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The dream always began with the smell of wet slate and ozone, a scent that clung to the back of Colin’s throat like a bruise. He was standing in the atrium of the Meridian Data Solutions, a glass-and-steel monolith that pierced the low, grey sky of a city whose name he had long since stopped pronouncing, preferring instead to refer to it as "The Hub." In the dream, the glass walls were not...

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