The Distant Promise

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In the dream, the hallway is made of teeth, polished ivory that groans under the weight of your uniform, and you are running toward a door that is slightly ajar, leaking a light so cold it burns the back of your eyes. You are not a man in the dream; you are a mouth, a gaping, wet void that has forgotten how to close, and the thing you are chasing is not a person but a silence that has been...

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