The Distant Nightmare

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2026-08-20 04:12:23 -

The rain hit the pavement in sheets. It was cold. I stood at the window of the office. My coffee was gone. Cold. The mug sat there. A ring of brown stain. I looked at my hand. It trembled. Just a little. I held it down. I worked in compliance. We checked the boxes. We signed the forms. We kept the books straight. Or so we thought. My boss, Mr. Halloway, was a man of few words. He wore gray...

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