The Distant Nightmare

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The smell hit Elias first, a thick, cloying rot that tasted of copper and wet earth, hanging heavy in the air of the master bedroom where he stood with his father’s cold hand in his own, the skin of the elder peeling back like dry paper to reveal the grey, ash-like substance beneath that crumbled at the slightest touch, turning the bedsheet into a map of black holes. He pulled his hand away as...

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