The Wistful Mountain

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The air in the breakroom smelled of burnt coffee and industrial dust, a thick, metallic tang that coated the back of the throat. Arthur stood by the machine, watching the dark liquid drip into his mug, his hands trembling slightly. He was a man of precise measurements, a structural engineer who spoke in load-bearing capacities and shear strengths, yet he felt unmoored, floating in the heavy,...

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