The Distant Nightmare

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2026-08-19 22:31:24 -

You step off the train at Ashford. The air is cold and smells of wet wool and diesel. You are not supposed to be here. You are supposed to be at the Bureau, in the glass tower in Chicago, reviewing files. Instead, you are walking through the fog toward the old military hospital on the hill. The mist clings to your coat. It feels like a shroud. Your name is Major Thomas Bradshaw. You are forty...

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