The Wistful Mountain
The bus that takes you out of the valley runs on a schedule that feels less like a timetable and more like a threat. It is always just about to leave, its engine idling with a low, mechanical growl that vibrates through the soles of your shoes, a constant reminder that you are being watched by the machine itself. You are standing on the platform with your coat buttoned to the chin, the air...
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