The Wistful Mountain

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The air in the Sanitarium smelled of boiled linseed and stale copper, a scent that had seeped into the very mortar of the brick walls until you felt it settling in your lungs, a heavy, invisible sediment. You stood by the high, arched window of Room 402, watching the fog roll off the black water of the river below, a thick, white shroud that erased the boundary between the land and the liquid...

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