The Distant Nightmare

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The brass shackle was cold against my wrist, a weight that felt less like metal and more like the accumulated silence of a lifetime spent listening to the wrong frequencies. I stood at the edge of the churning grey water, the fog so thick it seemed to have substance, a wet wool blanket draped over the world, obscuring the horizon and erasing the line between the river and the sky. Professor...

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