The Wistful Letter

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The dream began not with a sound, but with a sensation of immense, cold weight settling upon the left shoulder, a pressure so absolute it felt less like a burden and more like a geological event, a tectonic shift in the architecture of my own flesh. I stood in the middle of a heath that stretched out under a sky the color of bruised plums, the air thick with the scent of wet rot and iron, and I...

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