The Distant Nightmare

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The ink on the page did not dry; it bled. You watched the letters of your mother’s name, written in her own hand on the final page of her diary, swell and blur until the word Margaret became a dark, viscous smear, a wound in the paper that refused to close. You sat in the study, the room heavy with the scent of old paper and the faint, metallic tang of the air conditioning that hummed against...

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