The Distant Nightmare

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The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended grey mist that clung to the brickwork of the district, turning the gaslights into smeared halos of amber and sickly yellow. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood in the doorway of the precinct’s intake station, his hand resting on the cold iron of the doorframe, his knuckles white not from the cold but from the sheer, grinding weight of the...

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