The Distant Nightmare

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2026-08-19 12:19:43 -

The air in the canteen tasted of copper and old grease. I sat alone. The table was wobbly. I steadied it with a folded napkin. My hands trembled. Not from cold. From fear. I was forty-two. The mirror in the dormitory showed a stranger. A woman carved from driftwood. Gray at the temples. Lines around the mouth. Deep. I looked at the coffee. Black. Bitter. A circle of oil on the surface. It...

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