The Wistful Voyage

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The dream is always the same, a recurring loop of green and gray that you wake from with the taste of wet earth on your tongue. You are standing in the garden of the old manor, the one your mother built before the fever took her strength, and you are holding a fox. It is not a pet, not a toy, but a living thing, its fur matted with rain, its eyes wide and black as polished coal. It does not...

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