The Distant Nightmare

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2026-08-18 17:41:47 -

The dream was always the same. Dark water. Cold. He sank. No sound. Just the pull. Arthur woke with a gasp. The room smelled of dust and old paper. He sat up. The ceiling cracked. Water stains like bruises. He looked at the clock. Three A.M. The mill was quiet. The machines slept. But they would wake. They always woke. Arthur was the Keeper. Not of things. Of records. The ledger. The big book....

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