The Distant Nightmare

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The air in the archive room tasted of dust and dry rot, a dry, papery cloy that coated the back of your throat and settled deep in your lungs, and you stood there, gripping the edge of the steel table until your knuckles turned the color of old bone, while the supervisor’s voice echoed off the high, vaulted ceiling like the distant, hollow ringing of a struck bell that would not fade. You had...

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