The Wistful Mountain
The platform of Oakhaven Station shudders under the weight of the departing train, a iron beast exhaling steam that mingles with the pervasive, humming static saturating the air. You stand rigid, your uniform pressed tight against your ribs, watching the small figure of Clara, your twelve-year-old daughter, vanish into the carriage. She is bound for the Sanatorium, a place of sterile white...
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