The Distant Nightmare

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The air in the basement was thick. It smelled of damp plaster and old oil. Margaret Holloway stood by the heavy steel door. She did not knock. She pushed it open. The hinges groaned. They sounded like a dying animal. Inside, the room was vast. It was empty, save for the tables. And the people. There were twelve of them. They sat in a circle. Their faces were pale. Their eyes were wide. They...

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