The Wistful Mountain

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2026-08-20 15:59:03 -

The ink was black. It was not just black. It was the color of the deep earth. It was the color of the night before the stars came out. Mara sat by the window. The glass was cold against her cheek. She pressed her face into it. The cold bit. It woke her skin. Outside, the rain fell. It fell in sheets. It fell in needles. It hit the thatch roof. It ran down the eaves. It pooled in the gutters....

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