The Distant Nightmare

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The rain did not fall so much as it pressed against the glass, a heavy, gray thumb smearing the view of the garden into a blur of wet leaves and dark earth. Inside, the house was silent, save for the rhythmic, wet cough that came from the bedroom down the hall. It was a sound that had become the metronome of the household, a ticking clock that measured out the remaining days in short, jagged...

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