The Wistful Mountain

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The pen hovered over the final page of the monograph, the ink drying into a dark, brittle bead on the tip of the nib. I watched it, a small black insect of thought, while Dr. Aris sat across from me in the dim study, his hands wrapped around a mug of coffee that had gone cold an hour ago. The rain hammered against the windowpane, a rhythmic, violent drumming that matched the thumping in my...

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