The Distant Nightmare

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The dream did not begin with a whisper or a shadow, but with the weight of a stone in the mouth, a cold, smooth thing that tasted of iron and old rain. Thomas Bradshaw opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was not the ceiling of his tent, nor the grey face of his brother-in-arms, but a field of white lilies so vast and dense that they seemed to stretch to the horizon, each petal trembling...

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