The Distant Journey

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2026-08-20 05:57:38 -

Mara woke from a dream of falling water. The sound was there, still, a low hum in the walls of the apartment. She lay still. The sheets were damp with sweat. Outside, the city breathed its grey, industrial breath. It was morning. Or what passed for it in this part of London. The light was thin. It cut through the blinds in sharp, white slivers. She sat up. Her head throbbed. She looked at her...

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