The Distant Nightmare

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The air in the community hall smelled of damp wool and the sharp, metallic tang of ozone, a scent that seemed to seep from the very walls of the small, weathered building where the harvest festival was winding down, the last of the dancers swaying in a daze under the flickering fluorescent lights that buzzed with a frequency only Margot could hear, a low, persistent hum that vibrated in her...

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