The Distant Nightmare
The iron gate stands before you, not as a mere barrier of metal and stone, but as the absolute horizon of your existence, a boundary that has hardened into the very marrow of your being, defining the shape of your freedom so precisely that you can no longer tell where the prison ends and the self begins. You stand in the courtyard, the damp chill of the English autumn seeping through the heavy...
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