The Distant Nightmare

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The rain does not fall so much as it is exhaled by the bruised, violet sky, a heavy, wet sigh that soaks into the stones of the courtyard where you stand, your breath a thin white thread connecting your mortal flesh to the cold, indifferent air. You are leaving, or rather, you are being expelled, for there is a distinct difference between the voluntary act of departure and the violent severing...

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