The Wistful Voyage

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You wake with the taste of iron in your mouth, a metallic tang that coats the tongue and clings to the back of the throat. It is the taste of the old coin, the one you have carried in your left pocket for thirty years, its edges worn smooth by the friction of your thumb, its inscriptions blurred until they are nothing but ghosts of letters. You are not in your bed. You are in a field of tall,...

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