The Distant Clue
The dream begins with the sound of a zipper tearing through silk, a long, slow scream that echoes down the hallway of the house you have lived in for thirty years, a house that is slowly forgetting its own foundations. You are standing in the kitchen, your hands hovering over the counter, and the air is thick with the scent of ozone and old blood, a smell that has no place in a domestic space...
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