The Distant Nightmare

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The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed a relentless, hollow rhythm against the high, stained-glass windows of the West Wing, a sound that seemed to seep into the very marrow of the stone. Inside the Office of the Deputy Director, the air was still and cold, smelling of old paper and the faint, metallic tang of fear. Elias Thorne stood by the window, his back to the room, watching...

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