The Distant Nightmare

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The rain hits the pavement in sheets, a gray curtain that blurs the neon signs of the city into streaks of bleeding color. You stand at the edge of the intersection, your coat soaked through, the water pooling in the cuffs of your sleeves. It is three in the morning. The air smells of wet asphalt and ozone, a scent that has become as familiar to you as your own heartbeat. You are holding a...

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