The Wistful Mountain

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You hold it in your left hand. The bone. It is white. It is cold. You do not look at it. You look at the fog. The fog is thick. It tastes of iron. It tastes of old pennies. You are standing on the ridge. The ground is soft. It swallows your boots. You are alone. Or so you think. Wait. You hear breathing. It is not your breath. It is low. It is wet. It comes from the mist. You turn your head....

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