The Distant Nightmare

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The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, grey curtain that turned the cobblestones of the village square into a slick, black mirror reflecting the hollow faces of the townsfolk. You stand at the edge of the well, your hands trembling not from the cold, which is a sharp, biting thing that settles in the marrow, but from the sheer weight of the silence that hangs in the air, heavier...

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