The Wistful Voyage

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2026-08-25 03:34:01 -

I I am writing this from the cold, where the snow presses against the glass like a living thing, and I tell you, Colonel, that I cannot stay. The Shimmer is here again, dancing in the corner of my vision, a pale, jagged tear in the air that only I can see. It has followed me from the ration office, where I stood in the endless queue for weeks, watching the lorry reverse forever in the yard, its...

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