The Distant Journey

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2026-08-19 03:18:34 -

In the dream, the air tasted of copper and old paper, a metallic tang that clung to the back of the throat and refused to dissolve, and Julian stood at the edge of a vast, white-walled corridor where the light did not come from windows but seemed to emanate from the very substance of the walls, a pale, sickly luminescence that cast no shadows but only flattened the features of those who walked...

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