The Distant Nightmare
The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended gray mist that clung to the wet pavement of the city, turning the streetlights into blurred halos of amber and sodium that smeared across the windshield of the parked sedan where Leo sat, his breath fogging the glass in a rhythm that matched the slow, thrumming pulse of the engine which he had deliberately left idling, for he was not yet...
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