The Wistful Mountain

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2026-08-19 19:25:56 -

The mist clings to the granite. It does not lift. You are here. You are the dust. The engine coughs. The iron wheels scream against the track. The air tastes of coal and rot. Your lungs burn. A fire in the chest. A slow, black tide. You climb. The path is steep. The rocks are slick. The sky is a bruised purple. You cannot stop. You must not stop. To stop is to die. To die is to be free. You do...

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