The Distant Nightmare

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The dream began with the sound of shears. Click. Click. The sound was rhythmic. It was wet. It echoed in a void that had no walls. Margaret saw the hands. They were gloved. The gloves were white. They moved with precision. They moved with care. Then she woke. The ceiling was white. The light was gray. It was seven a.m. She lay in the narrow bed. Her body felt heavy. Her body felt old. She sat...

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