The Distant Nightmare

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The smell of thyme was what broke him. It did not arrive as a scent, but as a physical weight, pressing against the back of Walter’s throat, thick and cloying, like the air before a storm breaks. He stood in the kitchen of the old house, the one they had bought in a moment of shared delusion, and he held the mortar in his hands. The pestle was heavy, carved from oak, worn smooth by generations...

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