The Distant Nightmare

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"Take it." The pill was white. Small. Round. It sat on the black laminate of the desk, catching the fluorescent hum that buzzed in your teeth. You did not touch it. "It’s for the tremor, Sergeant," said Lieutenant Miller. His voice was flat. Clinical. He tapped the file folder on the desk. "Standard issue for the night shift. You’ve been shaking since the incident." "I’m fine, sir." "Look at...

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