The Wistful Mountain

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The air in the antechamber was thick with the scent of dried lavender and old paper, a sterile perfume that seemed designed to mask the deeper, more organic rot of time itself. You stand at the center of the circular room, the floor beneath your feet a mosaic of cracked marble that once gleamed with the confidence of an empire now reduced to a single, breathing institution. The light from the...

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