The Distant Nightmare

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The bus smelled of wet wool and diesel, a suffocating blend that clung to the back of Daniel’s throat. He sat in the rear, his hands resting on his knees, fingers twitching slightly against the fabric of his trousers. Outside, the rain lashed against the glass, blurring the world into a smear of gray and green. The town of Oakhaven was not far now. It was a place that existed only in the minds...

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