The Distant Nightmare

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The ivy had climbed the high, narrow windows of the convent, threading its dark green veins through the stone cracks like the capillaries of a dying heart. I sat in the refectory, the table heavy with the smell of stale bread and cold ash, watching the dust motes dance in the single shaft of afternoon light that pierced the gloom. Outside, the world was a blur of rain and mud, but here, within...

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