The Distant Joke
The dream was not of sleep, but of a wall. It stood before you, a lattice of iron and rust, defining the boundary between the air you breathed and the void beyond. You pressed your palm against the cold metal, feeling the vibration of the mechanism within, a low, rhythmic thrum that matched the beat of your own heart. This was the perimeter. You knew its dimensions, its weaknesses, the exact...
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