The Wistful Witness

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The dream was not a narrative but a texture, a suffocating layer of damp wool pressed against the inside of Clara’s skull, a sensation so physical that she woke with the taste of copper and old rain on her tongue, the humidity of the institution clinging to her skin long after the nightmare had dissolved into the gray light of the morning. She lay in the narrow cot of the staff dormitory, the...

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