The Distant Nightmare

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The dream began, as it always did, with the taste of rotting apples on the back of the tongue, a sweet, metallic decay that signaled the arrival of the shift. Margaret Holloway woke in the narrow cot of the staff dormitory, the air thick with the scent of industrial detergent and damp wool, and for a moment she was not in the sterile, humming city that had swallowed her whole, but back in the...

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