The Distant Nightmare
The silk tie, a deep and velvety crimson that seemed to absorb the dim light of the office rather than reflect it, hung on the hook by the door with a stillness that defied the frantic, swirling currents of the air, a perfect, unchanging anchor in a room where the geometry of reality had begun to fracture and bleed into one another, leaving the walls weeping with condensation that tasted of...
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