The Distant Nightmare

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The rain had not stopped for three days. It tapped against the leaded glass of the high windows, a rhythmic, cold drumming that seemed to sync with the beating of your heart. You were tired. Not the kind of tired that sleep cures, but a deep, marrow-weariness that spoke of years spent hunched over manuscripts in the university library, years of explaining the architecture of the soul to...

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