The Distant Nightmare

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The rain had not stopped in three days. It slicked the cobblestones of the old quarter until the city looked like a bruise under a grey sheet. I walked with my head down, counting the cracks in the pavement. One, two, three. Four. Five. I had to keep count. If I lost the count, the walls would start to whisper. They always whispered when I lost the count. I am not a bad man. I want that on the...

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