The Distant Nightmare

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The room smelled of ozone and wet wool, a sharp, metallic tang that clung to the back of Mara’s throat as she stared at the wall. It was not a wall of plaster or brick, but a shifting membrane of gray mist that pulsed with a slow, rhythmic heartbeat. In her hands, she held the moth. It was not a real insect, of course, not in the way that things in the outside world were real, but a construct...

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