The Distant Nightmare

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Mara stood before the mirror. The glass was cold. It was not just cold. It was an abyss. The room around her did not exist. Only the reflection. Only the eyes. They were red. Not with anger. With hunger. The hunger was hers. It had been hers for years. She wore a white dress. It was stained. The stain was brown. It looked like rust. It looked like dried blood. She did not care. The stain was...

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