The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The dream begins not with sound, but with the weight of silk against your skin, a fabric so fine it seems woven from the condensation of a midnight breath, and you are standing in the center of a room that has no walls, only a ceiling that stretches upward into a void of indigo so deep it feels less like color and more like the absence of memory itself. You are holding a coat, a man’s overcoat,...

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