The Wistful Mountain

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2026-08-20 17:37:00 -

The old man’s voice was dry, like leaves scraping across gravel, and it did not rise above the hum of the ventilation system in the sterile, white-walled office where the power of the city was quietly, invisibly administered. You were sitting across from him, your hands resting on the polished surface of the table, feeling the cold seep into your knuckles, and you were trying to listen to the...

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