The Distant Nightmare
The dream does not begin with an image, but with a sound, a low, grinding hum that seems to rise from the marrow of your bones and vibrate against the inside of your skull until the air itself feels thick and heavy with the weight of unspoken accusations. You are standing in the center of the gymnasium, the floorboards beneath your sneakers slick with a cold, damp sweat that is not entirely...
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