The Distant Nightmare

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2026-08-19 22:53:04 -

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the gravel drive into a slurry of brown mud that sucked at the tires of the sedan as it climbed the final, steep grade toward the Institute. Arthur Penhaligon sat in the back seat, his knees pressed together, watching the world blur through the wet glass. He was a man of fifty-two, with the kind of face that seemed to have been carved from the...

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