The Distant Nightmare

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The air in the cellar was thick with the smell of wet stone and decay. You are kneeling in the mud, your hands deep in the soil, trying to keep the roots of the ancient oak above from tearing free. The tree is not just a tree. It is you. Its bark is your skin, its branches are your arms, its deep, gnarling roots are your feet. You feel the pull of the earth, a heavy, suffocating weight that...

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