The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The dream is always the same. You see a blackberry bush, thick and bristling, erupting from a blanket of fresh snow. The berries are not black, but a deep, bruised purple, pulsing with a life that defies the winter air. You wake with the taste of iron and sugar on your tongue, the sheets tangled around your legs, the gray light of dawn pressing against the window of your barracks room. You are...

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