The Wistful Mountain

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The server hummed, a low, electric drone that Elias had come to mistake for the sound of his own blood. He sat in the center of the white room, the lightless void that the Institute called the Chamber of Resonance. Around him, floating in the sterile air, were the shards. They were not glass, nor metal, but something that defied the taxonomy of matter. They were memories, crystallized into...

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