The Wistful Mountain

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You hold the glass. It is thin. It is cold. The light catches the edge. You see your reflection. It is fractured. You are a scholar of languages. You study the dead. You sit in a room that is not quite a room. The walls breathe. The floor is soft. It is like moss. It is like memory. You have come here to find the word. The word for the end. You are not alone. You are. But the others are here....

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