The Distant Nightmare

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The rain had stopped, but the air still held the heavy, damp weight of a storm that had passed without quite clearing the sky. I sat in the back of the station wagon, watching the wipers sweep a slow, rhythmic arc across the glass, clearing the view only to let the gray mist roll back in. My brother, Thomas, drove with his knuckles white against the leather steering wheel. He did not look at...

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