The Wistful Mountain

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2026-08-20 15:34:59 -

The rain taps against the glass. You are sitting in a chair. It is a heavy chair. Wood. Old. The office smells of dust and wet wool. Outside, the city moves. Cars. Lights. Life. You are still. You are a soldier. Or a guard. It does not matter. The uniform fits. It is tight at the shoulders. Loose at the waist. You have not eaten. Hunger is a cold thing. It sits in your stomach. A stone. You are...

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