The Distant Nightmare

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The house stood like a broken tooth against the grey sky of Millhaven, its gables jagged and dark with the soot of a century’s industry. You stood on the cracked porch, watching the mist roll off the river, and felt the cold seep through the soles of your boots. It was a Tuesday, or perhaps a Wednesday; time had become a fluid thing in this place, bending around the weight of what waited...

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