The Distant Nightmare

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The stamp was heavy. It felt like a brick wrapped in velvet. Sergeant Thomas Bradshaw held it in his right hand, the leather grip worn smooth by decades of use. The ink pad sat on the desk, black and glossy. A pool of night. He looked at the file. The paper was white. It was too white. It hurt his eyes. The room was cold. The air conditioning hummed a low, sick note. It sounded like a bee...

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