The Wistful Mountain

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2026-08-21 01:19:18 -

I awoke with the taste of iron and wet wool on my tongue, the residue of a dream so vivid it felt less like a memory and more like a second life lived in parallel. In the dream, I had been wearing the coat. It was a heavy thing, woven from a fabric that seemed to shift between deep indigo and the black of a bruise, the threads interlaced with a silver thread that caught the light in a way that...

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