The Distant Nightmare

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended curtain of gray mist that smelled of wet iron and the ozone tang of the high-voltage lines snaking across the valley, a scent that clung to the inside of Silas Thorne’s throat like a bitter lozenge he could not spit out, and as he stood there in the center of the fractured pavement, his boots sinking into the sludge, he felt the...

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