The Distant Nightmare

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The rain hit the glass with a rhythmic, metallic slap. Captain Elias Thorne watched the water streak down the pane. It blurred the view of the moor beyond. The moor was empty. It was always empty. The wind howled outside, a low, guttural sound that vibrated in his teeth. He checked his watch. The hands moved with a steady, mechanical precision. Tick. Tick. Tick. Time was a liquid. It pooled in...

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