The Wistful Witness

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2026-08-20 11:05:31 -

The dream did not arrive with sound, but with weight. It was the weight of iron against the skin, the cold bite of a collar I had not worn in twenty years. I woke in the gray dawn of a farmhouse in Kent, the rain drumming a frantic rhythm against the slate roof, and I knew, with a certainty that bypassed logic and struck directly at the marrow, that I was not alone. The air tasted of ozone and...

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