The Wistful Mountain

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The air in the cell is not air. It is a thick, grey soup. It presses against your skin. You taste it. It tastes of iron. It tastes of old rot. You do not breathe. You simply endure the pressure. The walls are stone. The stone is cold. The stone is alive. It hums. A low, vibrating hum. It enters your bones. It settles in your marrow. You are not a man. You are a vessel. You are a cage. The cage...

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