The Distant Nightmare

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The door to the cellar is heavy. You push it. The hinges do not squeak. They sing. A low, mournful note that vibrates in your teeth. You are Margaret. You are the keeper of the gate. You are leaving. You stand in the corridor. The air is thick with the smell of wet stone and old paper. Your hands are trembling. You look at your palms. They are stained with ink. Not blue ink. Red. It looks like...

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