The Distant Nightmare

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The oil in the lamp burned down to a sliver of black. You counted the drops as they fell into the clay vessel. One, two, three. The night was heavy, pressing against the shutters of the chapel like a wet wool blanket. Thomas lay in the corner, his chest rising and falling with a rattle that sounded like dry leaves skittering over stone. You were forty-two years old, and your hands shook as you...

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