by Phil Davidson
Some dreams leave you with nothing but a feeling. Others leave blood on your hands. A man wakes from a night of fear, violence and impossible things he cannot explain. The world around him appears unchanged. His hands are not. As the boundary between what happened and what could only have been a dream begins to dissolve, he is left with one question: What if waking up was never the end of the nightmare?
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