The Distant Nightmare

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The rain does not fall. It presses. You feel it against your skin, a cold, wet hand that refuses to let go. You are walking. Your legs move on their own, a mechanical rhythm that has outlasted your will. The road is a strip of gray concrete cutting through the dark pine forest. It is late. Or early. Time has lost its shape here. You carry the box. It is heavy. Heavier than it should be for a...

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