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A white pillow lies abandoned on cracked, bloody pavement. In the blurred background, a figure in white stands at the edge of a dark forest.

The Pillow and the Blood-Eyed Woman

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The apartment was different than I remembered. Not the building itself—that was the same tired facade, the same cracked walkway, the same buzzer that never worked quite right. But inside, the walls had shifted. The couch was where the dining table used to be. The kitchen had been painted a color I couldn’t name. It […]

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A wooden bench in a narrow alley behind a building, with a half-smoked cigarette on the ground. In the distance, a woman with a baby carriage walks away.

The Summons at the Smokers’ Bench

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There are dreams you wake from laughing, dreams you wake from screaming, dreams you wake from with your body still vibrating from the touch of a creature made of paralysis. And then there are dreams like this one. The dream that is not a nightmare, not a fantasy, not a revelation. The dream that is

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