The Distant Nightmare

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2026-08-19 16:52:56 -

The house is already empty when you arrive, stripped of its furniture and its memory, leaving behind only the ghost of a smell that lingers in the rafters like a stubborn thought you cannot quite shake. It is a Tuesday, or perhaps a Wednesday; time has become a fluid, unreliable thing in this small, fog-drenched town of Millhaven, where the streets are paved with cobblestones that seem to weep...

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