The Distant Nightmare

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2026-08-23 13:40:44 -

The ink was already moving before I touched the quill, a black serpent coiling across the parchment with a speed that defied the viscosity of the solution. I watched it form the word *Liar* in a script that was not my own, the letters sharp and jagged like broken teeth, and I felt the familiar, cold prickle of shame crawl up the back of my neck. This was the fourth time this week the ink had...

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