The Distant Nightmare
The car stalled on the ridge. Rain lashed the windshield. Silence. Elias gripped the wheel. Knuckles white. The engine coughed. Died. He sat. Breathed. Beside him, Mara stared out. Her eyes were wide. Unblinking. The wipers swept. A blurred world. Then stopped. "You see it," she whispered. Her voice thin. A thread. Elias shook his head. No. He did not see it. He saw only the dark. The wet. The...
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