The Distant Nightmare

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The frost had taken the orchard by morning. I sat on the porch, the wood biting through my wool trousers, and watched the blackbirds land on the dead branches. They did not sing. They merely stood, silent sentinels in a kingdom of ice. My lungs burned with every inhale. The cough was a physical thing, a rusted hinge in my chest that ground against itself with a wet, metallic sound. I had come...

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