The Wistful Mountain
The seal had been broken for three days, yet the silence in the room remained so absolute, so heavy with the dust of forgotten centuries, that Eleanor felt the weight of the institution pressing down on her shoulders like a physical hand, a cold, bureaucratic grip that tightened with every passing hour as she sat in the high-backed chair behind the mahogany desk, staring at the empty space...
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