The Distant Nightmare

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The bell tolled. Not once. Not twice. It tolled for the hour, then for the minutes, a mechanical grinding of iron on iron that vibrated in the teeth of the woman standing by the glass. She wore the coat. It was wool, heavy, dyed the deep, arterial red of a wound that refused to close. The fabric was woven tight, a lattice of fibers that trapped heat and scent. It did not fit. It swallowed her....

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