The Distant Nightmare
The rain has not stopped for three days, a persistent, grey sheet that blurs the edges of the world into a watercolor wash of mud and stone, and you are walking through it, your boots heavy with the sludge of the county road, the rhythmic thud of your stride the only metronome in a silence that feels less like peace and more like a held breath, a suspension of judgment before the verdict is...
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