The Wistful Dinner
You dream of the salt. It is not the clean, crystalline salt of the sea, but the grey, sludgy residue that sticks to the hull of a ship long after the voyage has ended. In the dream, you are standing in a corridor that smells of wet wool and rusted iron, and the floor is covered in this grey silt. You try to walk, but your legs are heavy, as if the silt has grown roots in your boots. There is a...
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