The Distant Affair
You dream of the water before you wake, a deep, subterranean blue that pulses with a rhythm not quite your own, a slow, tidal beating that feels less like a heartbeat and more like the grinding of ancient tectonic plates shifting beneath the skin of the world. In the dream, you are not the junior archivist you have been for the last three years in the Ministry of Cultural Preservation, a man...
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