The Wistful Voyage

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You wake with the taste of copper in your mouth. It is not blood. It is the old metal, the thing that lives in the walls of the city. The room is white. The light is flat. You do not move. You have learned that movement invites pain. You are still. You are a stone in the riverbed. The water flows around you. You do not stop it. The hand on your left side is your own. You know this. You have...

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