Austin goes to bed early and sleeps more fitfully than he has in nearly two years. The nightmares come over him in waves, each receding back into the ether before the next one hits. In one, he looks down to see his hands wet with blood, shaking around the handle of a blade. In another, cold metal pressed to the back of his neck, the smell of gunpowder, bullets hanging around him in the air perfectly in place like ornaments on a Christmas tree. In the last, oily tentacles crawling up from a dark pit, scrambling for purchase on someone’s floor tiles.
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Austin goes to bed early and sleeps more fitfully than he has in nearly two years. The nightmares come over him in waves, each receding back into the ether before the next one hits. In one, he looks down to see his hands wet with blood, shaking around the handle of a blade. In another, cold metal pressed to the back of his neck, the smell of gunpowder, bullets hanging around him in the air perfectly in place like ornaments on a Christmas tree. In the last, oily tentacles crawling up from a dark pit, scrambling for purchase on someone’s floor tiles.