The Wistful Mountain

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The mortar hits the wall. Dust blooms like white powder. You do not flinch. You are standing in the cellar of the old library, the air thick with the smell of wet stone and old paper. Your hands are trembling. Not from fear. From the effort of holding still. You are holding the brick. It is warm. It is heavy. It is the only thing that feels real. You are a prisoner. Not of the enemy. Of your...

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