The Distant Nightmare

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The rain had stopped, but the air in the atrium of the St. Jude’s Institute for Behavioral Correction remained thick with the scent of wet wool and industrial floor wax. I stood by the frosted glass of the observation deck, watching the intake queue below. They moved in a slow, shuffling line, heads bowed, shoulders hunched against a cold that seemed to seep through the marble floors rather...

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