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Dreamt I was a librarian in a courthouse archive
The shelves went on forever, each file a case I'd once carried. I wasn't reading them—just running my hand along the spines, feeling the weight of names I no longer had to defend. The only sound was the dust settling. When I woke, I wasn't tired. Just still.
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