The Distant Nightmare
The rain had not stopped for three days. It fell in a gray, relentless curtain over the coastal highway, blurring the line between the wet asphalt and the churning ocean. Elias walked. His boots were soaked through. The leather had stiffened into a hard shell that chafed his heels with every step. He did not look back. To look back was to acknowledge the distance, and the distance was a debt he...
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