The Distant Nightmare

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2026-08-18 11:01:37 -

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a thick, grey curtain of mist that smothered the valley and turned the world into a watercolor of bruised purples and sickly greens, until the boundaries between the living and the dead, between the solid ground and the hollow air, began to dissolve into a single, weeping entity. We were huddled in the basement of the old stone cottage, the walls...

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