The Distant Journey
I woke with the taste of copper on my tongue and the city humming beneath my eyelids. The rain was not falling. It was pressing. A heavy, wet silence lay over the dormitory window. I am a scholar of jurisprudence. I study the architecture of law. I build cathedrals of logic where no one can hide. Yet this morning, the ground beneath those cathedrals was soft. It was giving way. I stood up. My...
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