The Distant Nightmare

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The glass was cold. It was always cold. I held it in my hand, feeling the chill seep into my bones, a familiar, biting ache. The room was dim. The only light came from the streetlamps outside, casting long, distorted shadows across the floorboards. I sat in the chair. It was a good chair. Leather. Expensive. It creaked when I shifted my weight. The sound was sharp. It cut through the silence. I...

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