The Wistful Mountain

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2026-08-19 15:42:35 -

I woke with the taste of iron and pine needles on my tongue. The dream was gone, but the weight of it remained, pressing against my sternum like a stone in a wet coat. I lay in the narrow bunk of the guard house, the air thick with the smell of damp wool and old coffee. Outside, the fog clung to the peaks of the Ridge, swallowing the world in a grey, silent void. It was a place where the lines...

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