The Distant Journey

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The dream was always the same: a white lily, thick and fleshy, blooming directly in the throat, its petals clogging the airway with a suffocating sweetness that tasted of chalk and iron. Elara woke with a gasp, the residual sensation of the flower’s stem pressing against her vocal cords, her hands trembling not from fear but from the urgent, chemical necessity of the task at hand. She was...

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