The Wistful Mountain

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The third hour of the afternoon had passed, marked by the shadow of the window frame creeping across the scriptorium floor until it touched the toe of your left shoe. You counted the seconds, not with a clock, but with the rhythmic dripping of water from a leak in the vaulted ceiling, a slow, metronomic tolling that marked the passage of your patience. You had been waiting for three days for...

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