The Distant Journey

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2026-08-19 01:15:44 -

The bone in my left thigh has been singing for three days. It is a low, resonant hum, like a cello string bowed too hard in an empty room, vibrating through the marrow and up into the socket of my hip. I do not look at it. I do not touch it. I only walk, and I only keep my eyes on the grey, unbroken expanse of the tundra that stretches out before me, a white sheet laid over the back of the...

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