The Distant Promise
The iron in the blood sings a low, rust-colored note against the teeth, a vibration that travels not just through the jaw but deep into the marrow, where it settles like silt in a stagnant river, and I find myself standing in the middle of a field that does not exist, a place where the grass grows in spirals of black glass and the sky is a bruised purple that pulses with the rhythm of a dying...
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