The Distant Nightmare

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"You look like a ghost, Elias." I did not answer. I stared at the table. The wood was dark. Oak. It smelled of oil and dust. My hands were trembling. They would not stop. I placed a cup of tea in front of Dr. Aris. He was old. His face was a map of wrinkles. He wore a tweed jacket. It was brown. It was fraying at the cuffs. "Drink," he said. His voice was soft. Like dry leaves. I lifted the...

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