The Distant Nightmare

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The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the windowpane of my study, a rhythmic, insistent tapping that sounded like fingernails scratching against wood. I sat at my desk, the leather chair creaking under my weight, and stared at the open book in front of me. The pages were yellowed, the ink faded, but the words were sharp. They were mine. I had written them twenty years ago,...

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