The Wistful Mountain

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The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of the lower city into a slick, black mirror that reflected the soot-stained brickwork of the Royal Sanatorium like a bruise spreading across the sky, and within the high, vaulted corridors of the institution, the air hung heavy with the scent of lye, wet wool, and the metallic, coppery tang of blood that seemed to seep from the...

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