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The Ferryman Waits
Not all who wait at the threshold mean to enter. Some wait for you to step out. Fog thickens...congeals - the way dread settles when it chooses a host. Only then do I notice the lake breathing again, its exhalation brushing my skin like a hand returning from earth with something to confess.
West Egg on Lincoln Street
I was fourteen, cross-legged on the bed, a paperback widening the space between my hands as evening slid across the walls, that uncertain hour when ordinary things begin to glow at the edges.
