The Distant Journey

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2026-08-23 23:01:49 -

The pen slips from my fingers for the third time today, skidding across the heavy paper and leaving a jagged, ink-stained scar that looks too much like the tremor in my own hand. I am writing this from the sanatorium in the Swiss Alps, where the air is so thin it feels less like oxygen and more like a cold, sharp blade against the lungs, and I need you to know, Thomas, that I intend to be home...

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