The Distant Nightmare

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2026-08-19 12:58:46 -

The rain did not fall; it hung, a suspended gray veil that smothered the town of Oakhaven. "You are late," said the voice in my head. It was not a whisper. It was the flat, bureaucratic drone of a stamp striking paper. "The ledger requires your presence. The debt is due." I adjusted the cuffs of my suit. The wool was damp, clinging to my forearms. I looked at my hands. They were the hands of a...

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