The Distant Nightmare
14th October. The requisition notice was pinned to the door before the fog had lifted from the harbor, a sheet of grey paper stained with salt spray, its ink already blurring at the edges where the damp had seeped in. Elias read it three times, the words refusing to arrange themselves into sense, until the phrase “all non-essential metals” began to pulse in his vision like a bruise. He looked...
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