The Wistful Mountain

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The pencil tip snapped against the paper, a small, sharp crack that echoed in the silence of the archive. Elias rubbed the bruised end of his thumb, watching the graphite dust settle on the card catalog box. The dream was still clinging to him, a cold residue on his skin. In it, the mountain had not been stone, but a wall of erasing white, and every step up the slope had taken a year from his...

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