The Distant Nightmare

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The dream was about the ferns. They were huge, furling and unfurling in a dark, wet cave that smelled of copper and old rain. Gerald stood at the entrance, watching them grow. They didn’t look at him. They just grew, indifferent and green, consuming the light. He woke with the taste of dirt in his mouth. It was Tuesday. The coffee in the mug was cold. Gerald washed the mug. He dried it. He put...

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