The Distant Nightmare
The dream was not of shadows, but of a room so white it seemed to hum with a terrible, sterile frequency, a space where the air itself had been scrubbed clean of memory and dust, leaving only the raw, exposed nerve of the institution that held them all. In this dream, which bled slowly into the grey light of the actual morning, the protagonist, a man named Arthur Vane, stood before a mirror...
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