The Distant Nightmare

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The mist in the valley did not behave like water vapor. It behaved like a memory, thick and opaque, smelling of ozone and old iron, swirling around the ankles of the hikers who had strayed too far from the marked trails of the Scottish Highlands. I stood on the precipice of the cliff, my fingers gripping the rough granite until the skin broke, bleeding into the grey stone. Beside me, Elias...

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