The Distant Nightmare
The sky cracked open. It did not thunder. It split with a sound like a bone breaking, a sharp, wet snap that echoed in the hollow of Elias’s chest. The rain fell upward. Drops of water rose from the cobblestones, defying gravity, drifting toward the bruised purple clouds. Elias stood in the square, his hands trembling at his sides. He was a prisoner of his own making, bound by a guilt so heavy...
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