The Distant Nightmare

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The rain had been falling for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that turned the world outside the office window into a smudge of charcoal and wet slate. Inside, the air was stale, thick with the scent of old paper and the metallic tang of fear. I sat at my desk, my hands resting on the surface, trembling slightly. My left hand. That was the part that hurt. It was a dull, grinding ache,...

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