The Distant Nightmare

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The rain fell in sheets. It was not water. It was a gray mist that tasted of iron. I stood on the ridge. My boots sank into the mud. The mud was alive. It pulsed against my shins. I checked my weapon. The rifle felt heavy. The wood was wet. The metal was cold. I looked at the horizon. There was no sun. There was only the gray. And the noise. A low, constant hum. It vibrated in my teeth. It...

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