The Wistful Mountain

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2026-08-21 15:52:55 -

You wake in the grey light of the dormitory. The air is thick. It tastes of damp wool and old stone. You are not alone. The bed beside yours is empty. The sheets are cold. They hold the shape of a body that is no longer there. You look at your hands. They are small. They are pale. The veins beneath the skin look like blue rivers on a map. You do not remember how you came here. You only know...

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