The Distant Journey

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The dream began with the sound of ice cracking. It was not the sharp snap of a skate blade, but a deep, groaning fracture, like the spine of an old oak splitting under the weight of a winter storm. I stood in a room that was not a room, but a pocket of air suspended in the dark. The walls were made of frost, thin as paper, trembling with the cold. In the center of this frozen cage sat a chair....

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