The Distant Affair
I woke with the taste of iron and old rain on my tongue, a metallic tang that lingered like a bad memory, and for a moment I did not know if I was in the bed of the Holloway estate or buried in the frozen earth of some forgotten battlefield. The dream had been violent, a swirling chaos of mud and screaming, but it had faded quickly, leaving behind only this sensation of being hunted, of having...
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