The Wistful Mountain

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The red wool coat lay across your desk, the fabric thin and fraying at the elbows, a map of your own exhaustion. You did not pick it up. You sat in the gray light of the Ministry of Records, the morning sun cutting a sharp, cold line across the floorboards, and you watched the dust motes settle on the wool. It was there again. It was always there. You had been here for twenty years, Elias...

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