The Distant Nightmare

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"Give me the money, or I will take it from the tin myself." I stood in the doorway of our kitchen, my hands trembling not from the cold but from the effort of keeping my voice level. The fog had already begun to press against the glass of the window, a white, silent wall that erased the street outside. It was the dry season, yet the air here in the water town was thick with moisture that clung...

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