The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The dream always began with the sound of the loom, a rhythmic, wooden heartbeat that echoed through the hollows of my chest until I could no longer distinguish the vibration of the shuttle from the pulse in my own veins. In the dream, the village of Oakhaven was not a place of mud and thatch, but a sprawling, neon-lit citadel where the air smelled of ozone and burnt sugar, and the sky was a...

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