The Wistful Asylum

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The dream always starts with the sound of ice cracking, but it is sand that gives way beneath my boots. I am standing in the center of the Chihuahua Desert, the sun a white hole in the sky, and the ground beneath me is not earth but a vast, continuous sheet of vitrified silica. It sings as it expands, a high-pitched tectonic hum that vibrates in my teeth. Then the floor shatters. Not into...

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