The Distant Nightmare

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I had counted the pennies three times. Forty-two years old, and I was still counting copper. The ledger lay open on the bench, the ink smudged where my thumb had pressed too hard. I owed the bank twelve pounds by the solstice. Twelve pounds to keep the roof from caving in, to keep the heat flowing, to keep the silence from eating me alive. The Great Bell in the village square was cracked, a...

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