The Distant Nightmare
The air in the bunker was thick, tasting of copper and old dust. Elias stood alone in the center of the room. The walls were concrete, smooth and cold. They pressed in. The silence was heavy. It had weight. It sat on his chest. He adjusted his collar. The fabric was coarse wool. It chafed his skin. He did not care. His mind was elsewhere. It was in the dark. It was in the space between the...
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