The Distant Nightmare

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The ash began at the fingertips, a grey powder that smelled of old smoke and dried lavender. You woke with your hands clenched, the scent clinging to your skin, the memory of the fire more vivid than the cold air of the bedroom. It was the third night in a row that the dream had come, a precise and terrible erosion of the self, leaving you gasping in the dark of the small room in Harrowgate....

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