The Wistful Mountain

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The smell of the cellar was not merely dampness, but a living, breathing entity that tasted of copper and ancient rot, a flavor that coated the back of my throat like a thick, metallic syrup. I stood alone in the gloom, the single lantern I had brought flickering with a sputtering, erratic life that cast long, dancing shadows against the stone walls, shadows that seemed to reach for me with...

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