The Distant Nightmare

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You wake up with the taste of rust and old pennies on your tongue, that metallic tang that sits behind the molars and refuses to be swallowed, a flavor that feels less like blood and more like the decay of iron left out in the rain. The truck is parked on the shoulder of the highway, the engine ticking as it cools in the cold night air, and you are sitting in the driver’s seat with your hands...

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