The Wistful Mountain

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The house stood at the edge of the cliff. It was old. The stone was dark. Rain slicked the rock. Elias stood in the window. He watched the sea. The water was gray. The waves broke low. They sounded like breathing. Slow. Deep. Tired. He had come here to die. That was the plan. He had told himself this for years. He would wait for the end. He would let the cold take him. He would not struggle. He...

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