The Distant Nightmare

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The brass surveyor’s chain lay coiled in your palm, the metal cold enough to burn, each link a small, rigid tooth waiting to bite into the earth. You stood at the edge of the Grey Path, a ribbon of ash-colored dirt that cut through the heath like a wound that refused to heal, and you watched it ripple in the peripheral vision of your mind, shifting inches to the left every time you blinked. It...

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