The Wistful Mountain

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2026-08-22 17:14:33 -

The porcelain gave way with a sound like a bone snapping under a boot, the sharp white shards biting into the flesh of my palm, mixing with the dark, bitter liquid that was still steaming in the cup. I did not drop it. I held it, the broken rim cutting deeper, the tea soaking into the wound and running down the wrist in a warm, reddish stream that smelled of coal smoke and damp wool. Elara...

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