The Wistful Voyage

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2026-08-19 06:06:23 -

The dream began with the scent of ozone and burnt sugar, a peculiar olfactory hallucination that clung to the back of my throat like a persistent ghost, before I woke to the grey, damp light of the alpine dawn where the air was so thin it felt as though it were sipping the very oxygen from my lungs. I lay in the narrow cot of the muleteer’s inn, my body a map of aches and bruises from the three...

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