The Wistful Mountain

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The wind in the Blackwood Range did not merely blow; it eroded, a persistent, cold friction that scraped the ink from my journal pages and whispered my sister’s name in a voice that was not quite hers. I was thirty years old, a geologist with a tenure committee waiting in the valley below like hungry dogs, and I was mapping the jagged, unmapped peaks to secure my future, while Elara lay in the...

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