The Distant Nightmare

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The dream is always the same, a suffocating tide of black ink that rises through the cracks of the pavement, pooling in the gutters of Chicago until the city looks like a bruised fruit ready to burst. I wake at four in the morning, my heart hammering a frantic, arrhythmic code against my ribs, the sweat cold and slick on my skin, knowing that the doctor’s warning is not a metaphor but a...

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