The Distant Nightmare

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You wake with the taste of iron and old wool in your mouth, the dream dissolving like smoke in a cold wind. It is 1912, and the air in the carriage smells of coal dust and damp wool. You are sitting opposite a man who is not your husband, though you look at him with a familiarity that borders on terror. He is wearing a gray coat, the kind that absorbs light rather than reflecting it, and his...

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