The Distant Whispers

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You dream of the smell first. It is not a smell you remember from waking life, but one you seem to know by instinct, like the memory of a bone structure. It is thick, cloying, and sweet, like overripe peaches left in the sun until they rot. You are standing in a white room, but the floor is not white. It is brown, slick, and sticky. You look down. You are holding a jar. The glass is thick,...

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