The Distant Nightmare
The banquet hall of the Sterling Institute gleamed with a sterile, predatory brilliance, the chandeliers casting a light so white it seemed to bleach the color from the world, leaving only the sharp, technical hum of the air conditioning systems that kept the air at a precise, clinical sixty-eight degrees. I stood at the periphery of the long mahogany table, a glass of sparkling water in my...
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