The Wistful Mountain

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Chapter One The walls of the sanatorium did not stand still. They expanded and contracted, a slow, rhythmic breathing that pressed against the plaster like a lung trying to exhale. Leila Hosseini sat in the hallway of coats and bicycles, her fingers stained with indigo and blood, working the shuttle through the warp of her mother’s unfinished piece. The air smelled of damp wool, old varnish,...

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