The Wistful Dinner
The dream begins not with a sound or a sight, but with a weight, a profound and suffocating heaviness that settles upon your shoulders like a mantle of wet wool, pressing you into the cold stone floor of the kitchen where the shadows have grown long and teeth-like, and you realize that you are no longer the woman who walked into this house three days ago, but something older, something woven...
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