The Distant Nightmare

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2026-08-19 20:19:45 -

The coffee in the break room tastes like burnt pennies and stale regret, a metallic tang that coats the back of my throat and refuses to go away, lingering there like a ghost that knows exactly where the cracks are in the plaster of my sanity. I stir the dark liquid, watching the spoon trace circles in the murky brown, trying to find a rhythm, a pattern, something that makes sense in this...

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