The Distant Nightmare

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The bus that carried me into the valley of Oakhaven was a rusted metal beast that groaned against the asphalt, its windows fogged with the breath of a dozen strangers who refused to look at one another. I clutched my small leather satchel to my chest, feeling the familiar, cold weight of the amethyst pendant inside, the stone that had belonged to my mother and now belonged to the silence of my...

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