The Wistful Witness

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2026-08-20 07:03:36 -

The dream was wet. It smelled of river mud and rusted iron. Miles stood in the water. It reached his chest. He was seven years old. His father, a man made of stone and silence, held his hand. The grip was tight. Too tight. It hurt. But Miles did not pull away. He never pulled away. The water rose. It touched their chins. Then they were waking. Or perhaps they were falling back in. The line was...

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