The Distant Nightmare

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The river had stopped flowing, or rather, it had stopped moving in the way you remembered, the water now a stagnant, oily mirror reflecting the soot-stained sky and the skeletal remains of the bridge that used to connect the two halves of your life. You stand at the edge of the embankment, the mud sucking at your boots with a wet, visceral pull that feels less like earth and more like a living...

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