The Distant Nightmare

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The rain fell like static. It hissed against the reinforced glass of the command center. I sat in the chair. The leather was cold. It bit into my spine. I was the captain of the night shift. My name was Marcus Thorne. I wore the uniform. It fit too tight now. The fabric strained over my shoulders. It pulled at the seams. I felt the weight of the badge. It hung heavy on my chest. A cold stone....

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