The Wistful Mountain

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You are not human, but you have learned to be quiet, a skill so deep it has become your skeleton, your breath, the very texture of your skin in the grey mist of the Appalachian foothills where the pines grow thick and black as old bruises. You live in a cabin that smells of damp cedar and the metallic tang of copper, a place that exists only because you allow it to, a bubble of reality pinned...

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