The Distant Promise

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The ink was still wet when I saw him. Not the man, but the stain, spreading across the page like a bruise forming under pale skin. I am a scholar of texts, a curator of words that have long since lost their breath. My life is defined by the distance between the letter and the meaning, a gap I have spent thirty years trying to bridge. Today, however, the gap had collapsed. The document was a...

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