The Distant Promise

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2026-08-20 00:27:09 -

The ink bled. It spread across the page like a bruise. Dark. Purple. Wet. I watched it happen. I could not stop it. The words remained. The shape of the letters stayed. But the meaning slipped away. Like water through fingers. Cold. Thin. Gone. I sat in the chair. The wood creaked. A low sound. Like a sigh. The room was cold. The air smelled of dust and old paper. And something else. Something...

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