The Distant Nightmare

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The rain in the city did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended gray curtain that blurred the edges of the world into a watercolor of slate and ash. Elias Thorne walked through the downpour, his boots sinking into the slicked pavement, the rhythm of his step a slow, deliberate metronome counting down the hours to the end of his duty. He was a man carved from the same stone as the old...

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