"Do you really want to know what makes a mountain great?"
He leaned across the table with such fierceness in his eyes, and in them I saw sadness also - an ember's tongue spitting the last of its sparks, defeated remnants of some long-lost fire.
"Its heart, and all the days that have shaped its decay. How age has stripped all of its desire away."
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