The Distant Nightmare

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2026-08-19 14:54:50 -

The rain tasted of iron. I tasted it on my tongue. It was cold. It was sharp. It was mine. I held the coat. It was heavy. It was red. Not bright red. Deep red. Like old blood. Like dried wine. It hung from my arm. It weighed on me. It pulled at my wrist. It did not let go. I walked. My boots sank in the mud. The mud was black. It was thick. It sucked at my feet. I pulled free. I walked on. The...

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