The Pale Verdict
The dream begins not with sound but with the sensation of weightlessness, a floating above the gray, flat expanse of the salt marshes that stretch out beyond the crumbling stone wall of the estate where you have worked as a minor archivist for the past eleven years, and in this dream you are not the man who shuffles through dusty boxes of municipal records but a bird, a pale and fragile thing,...
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