The Distant Nightmare

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2026-08-17 11:14:51 -

The banquet hall smelled of roasted pork and wet wool, a thick, cloying scent that settled into the fibers of Marcus Thorne’s jacket. He stood by the window, watching the snow fall outside the town of Oakhaven, his reflection ghostly in the glass. Inside, the room hummed with the low, rhythmic chatter of the department’s annual gala. Glasses clinked. Laughter burst in sudden, sharp cracks. It...

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