The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The dream always started with the sound of wet tearing, a visceral ripping of fabric that was actually stone, and then the ink began to seep from the pores of the concrete, black and viscous, pooling in the corners of the cell where the light never reached. I woke with the taste of chalk dust in my mouth and my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird, the humidity of the block thick...

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