The Distant Garden

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Mara dreamed of ink. Not water. Not wine. Ink. It pooled in the hollow of her throat. Black and viscous. It tasted of iron and old paper. She tried to swallow. It resisted. It coated the back of her teeth. A thick, cold sludge. She opened her mouth to scream. No sound came. Only a wet, heavy gurgling. The dream dissolved into grey static. She woke up gasping. The apartment was silent. The city...

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