The Distant Promise

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2026-08-19 15:41:18 -

The rain in the Hollow does not fall; it hangs, a suspended veil of grey mist that clings to the skin and seeps into the bone. You are walking, though your legs feel like lead wrapped in wet wool. The path is not a path at all, but a suggestion of a route through a landscape that shifts when you blink. Trees with bark like twisted fingers line the way, their branches bare and jagged against a...

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