The Distant Promise

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I woke with the taste of iron on my tongue and the distinct, throbbing ache of my left hand. It was not a dream of flight, as one might expect from a man who has fled a country, but a dream of weight. I opened my eyes to the grey, slushy light of November in Manchester, a city that felt less like a place and more like a slow, grey drowning. The rain tapped against the windowpane, a rhythmic,...

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