The Distant Affair
The dream begins not with a sound but with a sensation of weight, a heavy, viscous pressure against your eyelids, as if you are submerged in cold mercury, and you open your eyes to find yourself standing in the library of a house that does not exist, a place where the air is so thick with the scent of rotting paper and dried lavender that it tastes of copper on your tongue. You are wearing the...
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