The Distant Nightmare
The rain against the windowpane of the hospital room was not a sound but a presence, a thick, grey curtain that separated the sterile white of the interior from the chaotic, bleeding world of the street outside, a separation that felt less like protection and more like a slow suffocation, a gradual withdrawal of air that left my lungs feeling heavy with the dust of old books and the metallic...
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