The Distant Nightmare

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2026-08-22 01:05:22 -

The mist that clings to the valley of Osgood is not like the fog we knew in the coastal towns, which burns off with the sun and leaves the world bright and sharp. This mist is a living thing, a pale, breathing curtain that swallows the light and turns the ancient pines into ghostly spires, and as I stand here, my boots sinking into the cold, wet earth, I feel the weight of the years I have...

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