The Wistful Witness

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2026-08-19 18:58:10 -

I woke with the taste of copper and old rain in my mouth, the dream still clinging to me like wet wool, a suffocating shroud that I could not shake off no matter how fiercely I thrashed against the invisible weight pressing down upon my chest. It was a dream of letters, of ink bleeding into parchment until the words became indistinguishable from one another, a chaotic tangle of syntax that I...

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