The Wistful Mountain
The coat was heavy. It was wool. It was dark. Elias stood by the window. The rain fell. It fell hard. It fell on the cobblestones. It fell on the wet leaves. It fell on the world. He looked at the coat. He had worn it for ten years. The fabric was thin. The elbows were worn. The lining was torn. It smelled of smoke. It smelled of old paper. It smelled of him. He picked it up. He held it in his...
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