The Distant Nightmare

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The vial was cold against my palm, the glass slick with condensation that smelled faintly of antiseptic and old rust. I held it up to the grey light filtering through the outpost’s single barred window, watching the liquid settle, a pale amber sludge that looked less like medicine and more like the sediment at the bottom of a forgotten well. My father’s hands had once been steady enough to pour...

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