The Distant Nightmare

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2026-08-20 14:19:54 -

The rain does not fall so much as it presses against the earth, a cold, persistent weight that soaks through the wool of your doublet and settles deep into the marrow of your bones, turning your breath into a visible, shivering thing in the grey twilight of the moor. You are walking, or perhaps you are dragging yourself, the distinction having become blurred by the sheer, grinding exhaustion...

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