The Distant Affair

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The dream began not with a sound but with a texture, a coarse, grainy sensation that pressed against the inside of my eyelids like wet sand, and when I finally opened them in the sterile, humming silence of my apartment in Chicago, the first thing I saw was the crack in the plaster ceiling, a jagged, dark vein that looked exactly like the fracture in the porcelain bowl my mother had kept on the...

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