The Distant Nightmare

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2026-08-16 22:53:20 -

I woke to find my hands bare. The gloves lay on the floor, one on top of the other, like two small animals that had fallen asleep. My hands were open on the blanket, palms up, and I saw them before I could look away. The old burns ran across the backs where the skin had melted and healed and gone smooth and white. The fingers were crooked where the fire had taken the tendons. And on the...

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