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The dash was a door. And behind it, a library.

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I woke with a dash carved into the soft meat of my forearm. Not a scar, not a cut—a punctuation mark, deep as a gorge, and when I pressed my thumb to it, I heard the sea. Not the memory of the sea, not its echo, but the actual, ongoing sea—the one that had been erased from maps three centuries ago, the one whose salt still stung the gills of unborn fish. The dash was a door

The dash on my arm began to lengthen. By noon it was a hyphen. By evening, an em dash—long enough to lie down in. I lay in the incision, and the library swallowed me whole. The book was reading me