The Distant Nightmare
The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, grey curtain that blurred the edges of the world and turned the streets into a series of dark, reflective pools where the headlights of passing cars shattered into jagged shards of light and shadow. You stood at the window of your office, a small, windowless room on the fourteenth floor of the Whitmore Consolidated Industries building, yet...
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