The Distant Nightmare

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The rain fell in sheets. Gray. Cold. It slicked the gravel of the road leading into Harrow’s End. Elias pulled his coat tighter. The fabric smelled of damp wool and stale tobacco. He had driven for six hours. His hands were white on the wheel. The engine hummed. A low, dying sound. He stopped the car. He sat. He did not move. Through the windshield, the town was a blur. Gray roofs. Dark trees....

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