The Distant Nightmare

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2026-08-18 23:38:19 -

The rain hits the pavement like a drumroll for a funeral. You are bleeding. The blood is warm and slick, a red ribbon trailing behind you through the gray slush of the city. Your lungs burn. Every breath is a shard of glass. You run. The streets are empty, save for the shadows that seem to stretch and twist against the brickwork. You do not know where you are going. You only know you must keep...

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