The Distant Nightmare

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The rain in Oakhaven did not fall so much as it suspended, a fine, grey mist that clung to the wool of my greatcoat and seeped into the marrow of my joints with the patient, corrosive persistence of time itself, a physical weight that made every movement a negotiation with the failing architecture of my body. I stood at the edge of the quarry, the former limestone pit now a stagnant lake of...

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