The Distant Journey
October 14, 2023 The dream came again, that same cold, gray static of snow falling on the porch of a house that no longer exists, and I woke with the taste of iron in my mouth, my hands trembling so violently that the coffee cup slipped from my grip and shattered against the kitchen tile, sending shards of porcelain skittering across the floor like the bones of a small, broken bird. I am...
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