The Distant Promise

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2026-08-19 01:06:22 -

I dreamed of the ferns. They were vast, blackened fronds uncurling in the dark of the cellar, pressing against the stone walls with a wet, persistent hunger. In the dream, I held a single leaf in my hand. It was brittle. It crumbled into ash at my fingertips, leaving a gray smear on my palm. I woke to the sound of rain hammering the tin roof of the shack. The air in the room was thick, stale,...

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