The Distant Nightmare

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2026-08-19 15:14:52 -

You wake in the mud. It is cold. The kind of cold that bites through wool and settles in the bone. You are lying on your side, face pressed into the wet earth of the roadside ditch. The smell is thick. Wet leaves. Rot. The metallic tang of blood. Your own, perhaps. Or the horse’s. The carriage is gone. You do not remember leaving it. You do not remember the accident. You only remember the...

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