The Distant Nightmare

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The rain did not fall; it hovered, a suspended grey curtain that smelled of wet stone and old iron, blurring the boundary between the road and the heath where we walked. I adjusted the strap of my bag, feeling the rough wool of the coat I had worn for three days chafe against my neck, a constant, abrasive reminder of the journey I was fleeing. Beside me, Elias walked with the heavy, deliberate...

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