The Distant Nightmare
The storm had not broken with thunder but with a silence so absolute it felt like the air itself had been sucked from the room, leaving Clara Vane alone in the suffocating stillness of her cottage, where the only sound was the rhythmic, wet rattle of her mother’s breathing from the bedroom next door. Clara, a hospice nurse who had spent the last five years managing the decline of strangers,...
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