The Distant Nightmare

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The soup had been on the burner for three hours, a viscous, amber sludge that smelled of burnt marrow and old copper. Margaret stood in the kitchen of the house on Holloway Lane, watching the steam rise in thick, trembling columns. The air in the room was heavy, saturated with a pressure that had nothing to do with the weather and everything to do with the thing that lived in the walls. It was...

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