The Distant Journey

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2026-08-19 06:39:20 -

The dream was not of flight, as the young ones often boasted in their idle hours, but of weight, a crushing, silken weight that pressed against the back of the skull and seeped into the marrow of the bones until the world became a single, sustained note of grey resonance. Walter woke with his lungs burning, the taste of ash and old copper coating his tongue, the cobblestones of the alley...

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