The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

You dream of a road that does not end. It is paved with white stones, smooth as bone, stretching out into a gray mist that tastes of iron and old dust. You are walking, though you do not remember starting. Your boots are heavy, not with mud, but with a leaden fatigue that settles deep in the marrow. The air is thin here, harder to pull into your lungs, as if the atmosphere itself has thinned...

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