The Wistful Mountain

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The air in the cellar was thick with the scent of damp wool and the metallic tang of old coins, a perfume that had settled into the very stones of our home until it was impossible to breathe without tasting the dust of my father’s trade, and as he stood before me, holding up the great leather trunk with hands that trembled not from age but from a fury so quiet it seemed to swallow the light in...

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