The Wistful Letter
The dream is always the same. You are standing in a room made of glass. The walls are thin. The air is thick with the smell of ozone and old paper. You are holding a brass gear. It is warm. It is ticking. You try to put it in a box, but your hands are shaking. The box is empty. You are alone. You wake up in the hospital bed. The ceiling tiles are yellowed. A stain hangs over your left eye like...
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