The Wistful Mountain

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I had counted the pages forty-three times, weighing the stack in my hands as if the paper itself possessed a gravitational pull that could anchor me to the desk. The thesis on my father’s medical experiments sat before me, a thick block of ink and lies, and the porcelain cup on the corner of the desk was cracked down the middle, leaking a faint, sweet scent of old rosewater that did not belong...

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