The Wistful Voyage

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You dream of ink. It is not water. It is not blood. It is a thick, black syrup that pools in the hollows of your palm. You hold it there, cradling the darkness against the heat of your skin. It does not stain. It does not dry. It simply waits. You are in the library, though the shelves are gone. Only the floor remains, a vast expanse of polished oak stretching into a fog that smells of old...

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