The Distant Nightmare

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The rain did not fall so much as it stood. It hung in the air of the sector, a gray curtain that vibrated with a low, electric hum. Elias stood at the edge of the perimeter, his uniform damp and heavy against his shoulders. He was a man of few words, his face a map of old scars and newer exhaustion. In his hand, he held a small, cracked mirror. The glass was fractured into a dozen jagged...

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