The Distant Whispers

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2026-08-17 23:35:29 -

The dream began not with a sound but with a smell, the thick, metallic tang of wet iron and crushed violets that hung in the air of a place that was neither here nor there but somewhere in the deep, aching void between one breath and the next where the boundaries of the self grow thin as parchment and the memories of the dead press against the inside of the skull with a persistence that feels...

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