The Distant Nightmare

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2026-08-21 12:43:31 -

The air tasted of iron and stale bread. I held the locket tight against my chest, its weight a small, cold anchor in the swirling dark. Around me, the forest breathed. Not wind. Not birds. A slow, rhythmic inhalation that pressed against my ribs. I was running. My boots slipped on moss that glowed with a faint, sickly pulse. This was not the university library. This was not the quiet, dust-mote...

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