The Pale Shadows
I woke from the dream of the white wall, the one that stretched not merely across the room but across the horizon, seamless and blinding, a barrier that did not stop the light but swallowed it whole. I lay in the bed in our old house in Kent, the linen cool against my skin, and for a moment I was not myself, but a thing of pure perception, a ghost pressed against the glass of the world. The sun...
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