The Distant Nightmare

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The road to Oakhaven was a ribbon of grey silt. It had rained for three days. My boots were heavy. The mud sucked at them. I walked. I am a man who looks for things. Not lost cats. Not missing coins. I look for the edges. The places where the world stops making sense. I carry a lantern. It is small. Brass. The glass is clouded. It is old. It was my father’s. He gave it to me before he died. Or...

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