The Distant Nightmare

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The rain did not fall; it descended like a verdict, heavy and grey, blurring the boundary between the heather and the mud. Silas walked with his back to the wind, his cloak soaked through to the skin, the dampness a second skin that clung with the persistence of old grief. He was not a man, not in the way the village elders at Blackwood Hollow had once defined the term. He was a construct of...

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