The Distant Nightmare
You are standing at the edge of the pier, the wood slick with morning mist and the cold, indifferent breath of the sea, while the barge pulls away from the dock with a groan of rusty chains that sounds like a long, dying sigh, and you watch the figure of your sister, Elara, shrink against the grey horizon until she is nothing more than a smudge of charcoal on the canvas of the water, and you...
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