The Wistful Mountain

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The glass is cold. It is cold against your palm. You do not let go. You cannot let go. The shard bites into your flesh. It does not stop. It is a thin, jagged line of ice. It cuts deep. You look down. The object is a watch. It was a watch. Now it is a ruin. The face is shattered. The hands are bent. The crystal is gone. Only the case remains. And you. You stand in the room. The room is not a...

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