The Distant Nightmare

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2026-08-21 09:53:29 -

You stand at the edge of the void, where the asphalt dissolves into a mist that smells of ozone and wet wool, and you are wearing the coat that was never yours, the heavy, charcoal-wool thing that smells of cigar smoke and old paper, the coat that hangs on your shoulders like a second skin that has been stretched too thin, and you know, with a certainty that settles in the marrow of your bones,...

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