The Distant Affair

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I woke with the taste of iron in my mouth. Not blood, exactly. More like the residue of a penny held too long under the tongue. The dream had been thick, heavy as wet wool. I was standing in a field that didn’t exist, the sky the color of a bruised plum, and something was tearing at the roots of the earth. It was not a person. It was not an animal, not in any way I knew. It was a shape made of...

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