The Distant Nightmare

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a gray curtain drawn tight against the windows of the St. Jude’s Orphanage administrative wing. Elias Thorne sat in the corner of the long, oak-paneled conference room, his fingers tracing the rough, fibrous texture of a dried fern frond he had tucked into his breast pocket. It was a relic, a piece of the world outside this sterile, humming bureaucracy,...

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