The Wistful Mountain

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The glass was warm to the touch, humming with a frequency that seemed to bypass the ear and vibrate directly in the marrow of Elara’s bones. She held it up to the pale, diffused light of the atrium, watching the internal structures shift like clouds over a silent ocean. It was a beautiful thing, undeniably, a masterwork of silica and fire, but it was also a cage. "Do you hear it, Elara?" She...

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