The Wistful Mountain

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The champagne was cold, and the music was loud, but the blue light in the corner of the room did not care for either. It pulsed with a slow, rhythmic throb, like a second heartbeat that belonged to no one present, yet it was the only thing that felt alive in the cavernous ballroom of the Ashworth Chemical Works. I stood near the pillar, my hands hidden in the pockets of my silk dress, where...

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