The Distant Nightmare
The air is thick. It tastes of rust and old wool. You are standing in the corner. The room is small. The walls are damp. You are not alone. There is a bird in the cage. It is a sparrow. It is dead. Its eyes are open. They are dark. They are still. You look at it. You do not blink. The door opens. A man enters. He is tall. He wears a coat. The coat is grey. It is heavy. He carries a briefcase....
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