The Distant Nightmare

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2026-08-17 19:45:24 -

The air in the refectory of St. Jude’s Academy for the Gifted was thick with the scent of roasted pheasant and rosemary, a cloying sweetness that hung in the rafters like a heavy, suffocating veil. We sat in rows of polished oak, the clatter of silverware against china providing a rhythmic, mechanical counterpoint to the silence that had fallen over the senior table. I watched the food on my...

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