The Distant Nightmare

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The nightmare came again, sharp and wet, smelling of iron and old paper. Elias Thorne woke with the taste of ash in his mouth, the sheets twisted around his legs like the tendrils of a drowning weed. In the dark, he could still see it: Clara, standing in the center of their small bedroom, wearing the black dress. It was not black, not truly, but a deep, viscous ink that seemed to pull the light...

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