The Wistful Letter

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The gate does not open. It never does. You stand before the ironwork, your hand resting on the cold, rusted bar, feeling the vibration of a world that exists only in the space between your breaths. This is the threshold. You have walked here a thousand times in the dream, and a thousand times in the waking hours that have bled into one another. The air is thick, not with rain, but with the...

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