The Distant Nightmare
The shattering of the glass was not a sound but a sudden, violent absence of silence, a crystalline scream that ripped through the sterile, humming air of the interrogation room at Blackwood Penitentiary. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood frozen, his hands still raised in the defensive posture of a man who has spent two decades protecting others from the world’s sharp edges, only to find those edges...
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