The Faded Chronicle

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I dreamed of the bees. They were not the black, furious insects of the orchard. They were grey. Ashen. Like smoke that had forgotten how to rise. They swirled in a tight, silent vortex above my head. I did not see a hive. I saw only the swarm. It pressed against the glass of the window. A thousand tiny wings beating against the cold. I tried to speak. My mouth was full of dirt. I woke up with...

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