Nazi Gold

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Nina woke to find herself in a pool of sweat.

The nightmare had been worse than all the others, but still it had maintained that same aura of mystery and that smell! That smell was so prevalent throughout all the dreams and she just could not pinpoint what it was. As far as she knew she could not remember ever smelling it in her woken state, yet it was familiar. She shook her head to get the horrid sensation from her mind and started carefully rolling over. These days she could never be certain of what she would encounter, slipping in and out of states of hallucination which sometimes granted her a look into places she would never have thought surrounded her. Nina wondered if this was what it was like to be psychic.

Of course her reluctant clairvoyance came courtesy of the poison still in her veins. It only gradually dispersed from the muscle tissue in her arm where the twisted ideas of villainous Nazi doctors had planted the slowly releasing poison several months ago. They had engineered the strain so well that conventional treatment did little more than leave a dent in the potency of the vile stuff. But thanks to an equally malicious concoction brewed from the blood of her nemesis, Nina’s body was able to combat it. Now it was a waiting game for it all to work its way out of her system, a time-consuming method fraught with unfortunate psychological plagues. It appeared the latest was the torment of nightmares. They were not brought forth predominantly from past experiences, but pressed more on Nina’s fears, her lifelong concerns.

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