The Distant Nightmare

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The envelope was thick, the paper cream-colored and heavy in my hands, and I could feel the weight of the seal before I even broke it, a small square of red wax that looked like a drop of dried blood on the white tablecloth. I was twelve years old and my fingers were trembling, not from the cold that seeped through the floorboards of the dining room, but from the effort of keeping my shoulders...

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