The Distant Nightmare
The rain fell in sheets of iron, hammering against the tin roof of the signal tower until the air itself felt bruised. You stood in the center of the room, your boots heavy with the red clay of the valley, your uniform soaked through to the skin. The lantern flickered, casting long, trembling shadows that danced like grasping fingers against the walls. You were not supposed to be here. The...
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