The Distant Nightmare

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2026-08-22 13:14:10 -

The letter lay in your palm, the paper soft and worn from being folded and unfolded too many times, the ink of the postmark smudged into a dark bruise against the cream stock. You held it in the kitchen, the linoleum cold through the soles of your socks, while the smell of damp wool and old pipe tobacco from the sitting room drifted in, a scent that had saturated the walls of this Manchester...

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