The Wistful Mountain

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The ink on the ledger was not black, but a deep, bruised violet that shifted to a pale, sickly green whenever I looked away. I had discovered this rule three days ago, while working late in the basement archive of the City Water Authority. I would turn a page, my eyes fixed on the column of debts, and when I glanced up to rub the strain from my temples, the numbers would bleed into a hue that...

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