The Distant Journey

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2026-08-20 16:18:28 -

The dream always begins with the sound of tearing, a fibrous, wet ripping that echoes inside the hollow of my skull long before I wake, a sonic signature so distinct in my memory that I can almost smell the lint and the stale sweat trapped within the weave of the fabric. I am lying in the narrow cot of my temporary office, a partitioned box of drywall and fluorescent hum in the basement of a...

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