The Distant Nightmare

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2026-08-22 07:01:30 -

The blood in my left hand is the color of rust. I press my palm against the cold stone floor, feeling the jagged bone press through the skin, and I write with my right hand because the other is no longer mine. It is the fourteenth of November, 1893. The cellar is dark, save for the faint, wet glow that seeps from the mortar between the bricks. We are trapped. Thomas is above, and the collectors...

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