The Distant Nightmare

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The rain had been falling for three days, a persistent, gray static that turned the world outside the window of the upper east wing into a blur of wet slate and dying ivy. I sat in the high-backed leather chair, the one my father had occupied before the war, and listened to the water drip from the eaves onto the stone walkway below. The house was silent, save for the tick of the grandfather...

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