The Distant Nightmare

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The rain against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Hall of Justice was not weather, but a persistent, gray applause. It tapped against the glass with the rhythmic patience of a thousand unseen hands, a sound that had become the only heartbeat in your life since you traded your uniform for the ceremonial sash. You stood in the center of the marble rotunda, the cold stone biting through the...

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