The Distant Clue
You wake in a sweat. The sheets are soaked. You are back in the barracks, but the ceiling is wrong. It is too high. Too clean. You are in the interview room at the depot. The fluorescent light hums. It is a low, sick buzz. You look down. Your hands are shaking. You clench them. You force them still. Across the table sits Director Halloway. He is not looking at you. He is looking at a file. A...
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