The Distant Journey

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The dream is of the river. It is black and still. You are standing on the bank. The water smells of iron and rot. You reach out. Your hand passes through the surface. It does not touch. It is a boundary. You pull your hand back. It is dry. You are cold. You wake up. The room is small. The air is thick with coal smoke. You are in the attic. It is a box of dust and silence. The floorboards creak...

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