The Distant Promise

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2026-08-20 12:56:16 -

The dream is always the same. You are standing in the cellar of a house that does not exist, yet you know every crack in the stone. The air is thick with the scent of wet wool and old blood. Your hands are there. You look at them. They are not your hands. They are too smooth. Too pale. They are the hands of a child, or perhaps a ghost. You try to clench them. They do not obey. They are worn...

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