The Distant Affair

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The dream is always the same: a hand, severed at the wrist, lying on a slab of wet concrete, the tendons pulled taut like violin strings, twitching with a rhythm that matches the pulse in your own neck. You wake at 3:00 AM in your apartment in Port Halloway, the air thick with the salt-heavy damp of the Pacific Northwest, and you know before you open your eyes that the pier is singing. It is a...

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