The Distant Nightmare

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The rain in the Appalachian foothills did not fall so much as it hung, a thick, gray curtain of vapor that smelled of wet pine and rotting earth, seeping into the bones of Elias Thorne as he walked the single-track road that wound endlessly through the mist. He was a man who had spent forty years trying to outrun the taste of copper in his mouth, the metallic tang of a life lived in shadow, and...

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