The Wistful Mountain

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The gate slams shut behind you. The sound is a finality that rattles in your teeth. You do not look back. You cannot. To look back is to admit that what remains is real, and you have spent the last ten years convincing yourself it is a ghost. The air here is thick with the scent of coal smoke and wet iron. It is the smell of the city you left, the city that never truly let you go. You are...

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