The Wistful Mountain

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The bus did not stop at the station, but rather dissolved into the fog as if the vehicle itself had been made of something less solid than rubber and steel, a phenomenon that the passengers, most of whom were elderly and wore coats that smelled of damp wool and old tobacco, accepted with a weary, unspoken resignation, for in the valley of Kestrel, the physics of arrival were always negotiable,...

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