The Distant Nightmare

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The clock on the wall did not tick. It hummed. A low, electric drone that vibrated in your teeth. You sat in the corner of the room, the leather chair worn smooth by decades of waiting. You were a maker of things. Not jewelry, not toys. You made silences. Small, intricate pauses that you sold to the powerful when their voices became too loud, too sharp, too impossible to bear. It was a Tuesday....

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