The Distant Nightmare

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The ice formed in the crevices of your gloves before the blood started, a cold, wet pressure against the skin that made your fingers numb and clumsy as you adjusted the strap of your rifle. You were forty-two years old, and your knees had begun to ache with a dull, persistent throb that the morphine in your pocket could no longer quite touch, a pain that had become as familiar and constant as...

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