The Distant Nightmare
The thing about nightmares is that they never really end. You wake up, your heart hammering against your ribs like something trying to escape, and for a moment—the space between sleeping and waking, which is itself a kind of geography—you cannot tell which world is the dream. The room is too quiet. The light is wrong. And somewhere, in the farthest corner of your vision, the thing that was...
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