The Wistful Mountain

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2026-08-20 01:05:18 -

I dreamt of the ledger again, the columns of ink bleeding into the paper like wet bruises, the numbers refusing to align, shifting from profit to loss and back to profit in a rhythmic, nauseating pulse that mirrored the throbbing behind my eyes. I woke in the gray half-light of our bedroom in the city, the air thick with the scent of damp wool and the stale, metallic taste of the night, and I...

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