The Wistful Mountain

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2026-08-19 05:16:54 -

The coat hung on the nail. It was red. A violent, arterial red that seemed to bleed into the gray stone of the cell. "You see it, don't you?" The voice was low, a rasp of gravel under rain. Julian stood by the barred window. The glass was thick, fogged by his breath. He did not turn. He knew the silhouette. He knew the weight of the gaze. "I see it," Julian said. His voice was thin. "It looks...

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