The Wistful Mountain
The white walls of the Institute for Cognitive Preservation do not merely surround you; they absorb you. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, a linguist whose career has been a twenty-year excavation of a metaphor you now realize is a mouth. Your hands tremble on the cold steel of the extraction console, the vibration of the neural link humming through your bones like a second, darker...
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