The Distant Journey

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2026-08-18 18:01:02 -

I dreamed of my hands. They were not mine, or perhaps they were, but stripped of skin and bone, reduced to two grinding stones. They turned in a slow, rhythmic circle, grinding grain into flour, but the flour was black. It fell in a dark curtain, smothering the light. I woke in the cold blue pre-dawn, my fingers twitching. The parchment on my desk was still damp with ink. I had been writing the...

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