The Distant Nightmare

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It was a small room. The walls were peeling. The air was thick. It smelled of rot. And sweat. And old copper. I sat on the edge of the bed. My legs trembled. Not from cold. From fear. Or maybe anger. I couldn’t tell. The door was locked. From the outside. I knew that. I could hear the lock click. It was a heavy sound. A final sound. My name is Arthur. I was a detective. Or I used to be. Now I...

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