The Wistful Mountain

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2026-08-20 17:59:30 -

The smell of burnt sage was still clinging to the back of my throat, a dry, acrid film that no amount of cold water could scrub away. I sat alone in the center of the town hall, the only light source a single, flickering fluorescent tube that hummed a low, persistent note against the silence of the empty room. Outside, the rain had stopped, leaving the cobblestones slick and dark, mirroring the...

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