The Distant Nightmare

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The rain hit the glass. Hard. Steady. A gray curtain. I stood by the window. The office was cold. It was always cold here. The heating system failed in November. It never came back. We wore coats. We wore sweaters. We wore fear. The walls were thin. Plaster over brick. Old brick. It held the damp. It held the silence. I am a man of the law. Or I was. The badge hangs on the hook. It shines. Dull...

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