The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The dream is cold. It is always cold. You stand in a field of black wheat under a sky that does not move. The stalks are brittle. They snap like dry bones under your boots. You are looking for something. You do not know what. Your hands are shaking. You feel a pull in your chest, a hollow ache that is not pain but absence. You wake with gasping breath. The air in the tent is thick with the...

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