The Wistful Mountain

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The frost bit. Hard. Cold. It took my breath. I left the gate. I left the house. I left the name. I am not a man. I am a function. I am a clerk. I am a scribe. I am a shadow in the stone. The city is gray. The sky is iron. The air tastes of ash and old blood. We live in the age of the bell. The bell rings. We move. The bell rings. We stop. The bell rings. We kneel. I worked in the archive. The...

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