The Wistful Mountain

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The fog is thick. It tastes of iron and wet wool. You are running. Your lungs burn. The air is thin. You climb. The path is steep. Loose stones skitter under your boots. You do not look back. You cannot stop. If you stop, you lose. You must reach the summit. You must take the thing. The thing that is yours. The thing that was promised. The world here is strange. It is not the world you knew....

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