The Distant Nightmare

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The dream was always the same. I stood in the kitchen, the floorboards groaning under a weight that wasn’t there. The wallpaper, a faded pattern of peonies, peeled away like dead skin. In my hands, I held a ceramic bowl. It was cracked. A hairline fracture ran through the glaze, splitting the blue surface into jagged shards. I tried to hold it together. My fingers dug into the clay. It was...

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