The Distant Summer

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The dream did not begin with an image but with a sensation, a heavy, wet dragging in the left knee, a joint that had not existed in my waking life for thirty years, now throbbing with a phantom arthritis that felt more real than the cold floor beneath me. I was standing in a field that stretched out into a fog so thick it tasted of iron and old pennies, a landscape that belonged to no map I had...

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