The Wistful Witness

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2026-08-17 17:55:01 -

The ink did not dry. That was the first wrongness of the dream, the one that has followed me like a shadow cast by a sun I cannot see. In the vision, the words on the parchment were not written; they were growing, bleeding out of the vellum like dark water from a wound. I was seven. Or perhaps I was older, for time in that house is a loose thread, easily pulled and unraveled. I stood in the...

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