The Distant Nightmare

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The fern was dying. It sat on the desk. A potted specimen. The leaves were brown. Crispy. They curled at the edges. Like dried paper. Marcus stared at it. The office was cold. The air conditioning hummed. A low, droning sound. It filled the silence. "Did you water it?" Marcus looked up. Sarah stood in the doorway. She held a coffee cup. Her hands were steady. Her face was not. "I did," Marcus...

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