The Distant Nightmare

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The dream always began with the sound of breaking glass, not the sharp shatter of a window pane, but the dull, heavy crash of a mirror splitting down its center, releasing a fog of silver dust that settled over the snow like ash. I woke in the cart, my breath pluming in the cold air, the wheels groaning over the frozen ruts of the highway. It was the third night of our journey north, toward the...

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