The Distant Nightmare
The air in the basement of the old stone house was thick with the scent of wet limestone and the faint, sweet rot of apples left too long in the cellar, a heavy atmosphere that seemed to press against the eardrums of the man who stood alone in the center of the room, his uniform pressed to a sharp, impossible crispness that contrasted violently with the damp, peeling wallpaper that curled at...
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