The Wistful Mountain
The coat is not merely a garment to you; it is the architecture of your soul, the heavy, woolen cage in which you have imprisoned your own humanity for so long that you have forgotten the shape of the body beneath it. You stand in the center of the library, the room you have curated with the obsessive precision of a man trying to organize the chaos of the universe, and you feel the familiar...
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