The Wistful Mountain

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"You missed the turn." The voice was thin, cut from the wind that scoured the concrete plaza. Elias stood by the curb, his coat buttons strained against a belly swollen not by food, but by the sheer, hollow pressure of survival. He looked up. The city did not sleep here. It hummed. It vibrated in the marrow of the pavement. Above them, the sky was not black but a bruised purple, choked with...

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