The Wistful Mountain

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The snow did not fall. It hung. I stood at the edge of the precipice, the air thin and sharp as a blade against my skin. Below, the valley was a sea of white silence, broken only by the black veins of the river. I had come to find the body. Or so I told myself. The truth was simpler, and far more dangerous. I had come to be found. The mountain, we called it the Spine of God, though no one here...

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