The Distant Nightmare

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2026-08-18 19:08:36 -

The bell in the village square had not rung for three days, and the silence that followed was not empty but heavy, like a wool blanket soaked in rain. I walked away from the house where I had been born, the only thing I carried in my hand being a small, chipped ceramic bowl. It was a plain thing, unglazed on the inside, with a hairline fracture running through its rim. To anyone else, it was...

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