The Distant Nightmare

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The rain hammered the corrugated tin roof of the shelter like a thousand tiny fists. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of wet wool and old sweat. Elara huddled in the corner, her knees drawn to her chest. She was not cold, not anymore. The cold had moved out of her skin and into the silence that surrounded them. She watched the door. It swung open with a groan, letting in a gust of gray...

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