The Distant Nightmare

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The vial was cold against my palm, the glass thin and trembling like a bird’s bone. It held a liquid the color of bruised plums, thick and viscous, and I could smell the metallic tang of it before I even uncapped it, a scent that tasted of old pennies and wet earth. Captain Halloway stood behind me, his shadow falling long and sharp across the sterile white tiles of the medical bay, his voice...

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