The Distant Journey

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You dream of the weight of it. Not the metal, for that is cold and dead, but the gravity. The silence that sits upon your chest before the breath comes. In the dream, you are standing in the Hall of Mirrors at the Capitol, but the glass is not reflecting your face. It is reflecting the room, infinite and empty, a corridor of your own ghost stretching out into a void of polished stone. You reach...

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