The Distant Nightmare

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2026-08-17 20:10:38 -

The moss in the garden is green. It is a deep, bruised green, unyielding to the frost that has settled on the stone walls. You look at it. You have been looking at it for a long time. The silence here is not empty. It is full of a heavy, breathing presence. You are still in uniform, though the insignia is faded, rubbed thin by years of invisible friction. You sit on the bench, your hands...

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