The Distant Affair
The dream began not with a sound, but with a weight, a heavy, dull ache that sat in the center of Thomas’s chest, pressing his ribs inward until his lungs could barely expand. He was standing in a courtyard paved with stones that felt warm and yielding, like living skin, and the air was thick with the scent of wet earth and ozone. It was a place that did not exist on any map he had ever...
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