The Wistful Mountain

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The ink on the file was still wet when I held it up to the pale, gray light filtering through the high, arched windows of the Hall of Records, the viscous black fluid seeming to pulse with a life of its own, a dark vein of corruption that ran through the very marrow of the institution we had sworn to protect. I had spent thirty years as a Senior Inspector of the Internal Affairs Division, a...

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