The Distant Journey

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You wake in a house that does not exist, or rather, a house that has forgotten how to be a house, its walls breathing with the slow, tidal rhythm of a lung that has ceased to serve a living body. The air is thick with the scent of lavender and wet stone, a perfume so heavy it feels like a physical weight pressing against your eardrums, a cloying sweetness that masks the underlying rot of...

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