The Distant Nightmare

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2026-08-19 17:23:18 -

The snow fell sideways. It scraped against the window glass like sand. Silas Whitmore was writing. His hand shook. The ink bled. It formed a black stain on the page. He looked at it. It looked like a mouth. It looked like a scream. He put the pen down. The room was cold. The fire had died. He did not light another. He was saving the wood. He needed to save the wood. The door creaked. It was not...

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