The Distant Journey

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2026-08-18 21:03:18 -

I woke with the taste of iron and ozone on my tongue, the dream still clinging to me like wet wool. In the dream, the building was not stone or steel, but a lattice of white bone, breathing in the dark. I knew then that I was going to lose it. The structure was not a place I had visited, but a place I was becoming, and it was shattering, piece by piece, into the void. The morning light in the...

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