The Wistful Mountain

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2026-08-19 08:54:28 -

You are standing in the rain. The rain is cold. It bites. You do not move. You stand before the window. The glass is cracked. A jagged line runs through it. Like a vein. Like a scar. It was there before you arrived. Now it is wider. It shatters. Not from wind. From the blow. The blow was yours. You look at your hand. It is empty. The glass is on the floor. Shards. Bright. Dead. You pick up one....

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