The Wistful Mountain

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2026-08-20 18:22:26 -

The mountain did not care that I was tired. It simply stood there, a jagged tooth of grey rock against a sky so blue it looked bruised, waiting for me to climb it or rot in the mud. I had been walking for three days, my boots soaked through with the kind of cold that settles in the marrow, a damp, persistent ache that felt less like an injury and more like a secret I couldn’t keep. My name is...

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