The Distant Nightmare

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The house stood at the end of a lane that had forgotten its name. It was a structure of stone and silence, built in an age when shadows were thicker and the air smelled of wet wool and old iron. Here, the wind did not blow; it pressed. It leaned against the shutters with a persistent, bruising weight, as if seeking a door that had not been opened in a century. Inside, the air was still. It hung...

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