The Distant Nightmare
Miles woke with a scream. The sound tore out of him. Raw. Ugly. It hit the walls of the small office. The ceiling fan rattled. Dust motes danced in the weak light. He was sitting on the edge of his desk. His hands were shaking. The papers on the floor scattered. He looked at them. They were blank. Or maybe they were covered in ink. He could not tell. "Get up," a voice said. It was not a human...
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