The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The dream is a field of grey ash. It falls like snow, but it burns. You are standing in it. The air tastes of copper and old rust. In your hand, you hold a single leaf. It is dry. It crumbles. You try to keep it whole. You fail. The leaf turns to dust. The dust sinks into your palm. It becomes part of you. Then you wake. The room is cold. The radiator clanks. It is the sound of a dying heart....

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