The Distant Promise

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I woke with the taste of ash on my tongue. It was a dry, grey powder, coating the roof of my mouth like a rind of old fruit. I did not open my eyes. I knew where I was. I knew who was sleeping beside me, though the dark was so thick it felt solid, pressing against my skin. The air in the room was still. It did not move. It held its breath. "Margaret?" The voice was low, a scrape of gravel. It...

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