The Wistful Mountain

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The bone snapped. Not with a sound, but with a feeling. A cold, wet give in the center of my chest. I held it still. I did not cry out. I looked at Arthur. He looked back. His face was wet. Not with sweat. With tears. "You did this," I said. My voice was flat. It sounded like a stone dropping into deep water. "I had to," he whispered. His hand shook. He was holding the knife. The blade was...

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