The Distant Nightmare

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I dreamt of the river again. It was black and wide. It did not flow. It sat there, heavy as a stone, under a sky that had forgotten how to turn. I stood on the bank. My feet were bare. The mud was cold. I looked for you. I could not find you. I woke up in the dark. The room was small. The air smelled of damp wool and old paper. I did not move. I lay there and listened to the rain. It tapped...

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