The Distant Nightmare

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The rain had not stopped for three days. It slicked the cobblestones of the old mill district until they looked like black glass. I watched the water run off my boots. It was a good pair. Leather. Thick soles. They had seen the mud of the trenches and the slush of the city streets. They were my only true friends now. I stood by the window of my office. The glass was cold. I could feel the chill...

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