The Wistful Mountain

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Do you know what it feels like to hold a pen that refuses to stay still? Act I‌⁠⁠‌‌‌‌⁠‍⁠‍⁠‍‍⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠‌⁠‍‌⁠‌‌‍‌‍‍‍‍⁠⁠⁠‌‌‍‌⁠‍⁠‍‌⁠‌⁠‌‍ The light in the customs shed was grey and thin, filtering through the slats of the boarded window. I sat at the long oak table, the one where we sorted the confiscated cloth, my left hand shaking so badly I could not straighten the edges of...

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