The Distant Legend
The dream began with the sound of snapping. It was not a loud crack, but a dry, brittle failure, like a branch breaking under the weight of snow. Then, the sensation. A cold fracture spreading through the center of Margaret’s chest. She woke gasping, her hand instinctively moving to her sternum. The apartment was dark. The city outside hummed its low, electric tune, a vibration that seemed to...
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