The Distant Nightmare

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2026-08-22 17:39:11 -

The fog in Oakhaven did not rise; it settled, heavy and wet, like a burial shroud draped over the ironworks. You, Elias Thorne, stood on the platform of the departing train, your kit bag strapped tight against your back, watching the town shrink into the grey murk. You were thirty years old, a sergeant with a record of service that was clean on paper but stained in your blood, and you wanted...

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