The Distant Whispers

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The silver birch bled sap into the mud, a slow, viscous river of white light that pooled around the roots and spread across the dark, frozen earth. I woke with the taste of iron in my mouth, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird striking the cage of bone. It was the same dream, the same bleeding tree, and for the third night in a row, I had woken with the conviction that the...

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