The Distant Nightmare

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The shelling had stopped an hour before the rain began, leaving the air thick with the wet, metallic taste of ozone and crushed brick. I stood in the ruins of what had been the library’s east wing, my boots sinking into a slurry of mud and shattered glass, watching a single, tattered page flutter down from the collapsed ceiling. It caught the gray light of the overcast sky, spinning slowly, a...

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