The Distant Nightmare

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The pen felt heavy in my hand, its nib dry and stiff, scratching a faint, angry line against the paper as I tried to remember the exact shade of the silk Mrs. Sterling wore to the Feast of the New Year. It was a deep, bruised purple, cut low in the neck, and it seemed to absorb the candlelight rather than reflect it, much like the mood of the room had swallowed all the laughter that evening. I...

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