The Distant Nightmare

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2026-08-22 23:10:40 -

The fog did not roll in so much as it arrived, a thick, grey curtain that swallowed the wire fencing and the rusted watchtowers of Outpost 4. I sat at my desk, the wood scarred by decades of coffee rings and cigarette burns, and stared at the pension application form in front of me. My signature was the only thing missing. By Friday, I would be thirty-two years old, a man with a bad knee and a...

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