The Wistful Mountain

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"You are late." The voice comes from the fog. It is not a sound. It is a pressure. You feel it in your teeth. You are standing on the platform. The wood is wet. The train is not here. It is never here. It is only a rumor. A smell of coal. A smell of iron. The mist is thick. It tastes of salt. It tastes of old paper. You are a scholar. You have spent ten years in this town. You have written...

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