The Wistful Mountain

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The storm did not break the window; it swallowed the light. Inside the sterile, humming belly of St. Jude’s Institute for Cognitive Restoration, the air tasted of ozone and wet wool. Elias Thorne sat on the edge of his cot, his hands trembling not from the cold, but from the vibration in the floorboards. He was a prisoner of his own architecture, a man who had built walls of silence so thick...

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