The Distant Nightmare

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended, gray mist that clung to our skin and soaked into the fabric of our uniforms, turning the heavy wool into a cold, clinging second skin that seemed to drain the heat from our bones with every shivering breath. We stood in the corridor of the old library, a place that had once smelled of vanilla and decaying paper but now reeked of...

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