The Distant Nightmare

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The rain in Harrow’s Mill didn’t wash things clean; it just made the grime slicker, turning the dirt roads into rivers of brown sludge that sucked at your boots with a wet, reluctant grip. You drove the squad car slowly, the wipers beating a rhythmic, exhausted tattoo against the windshield, the wipers that had seen more storms than your father ever had. You are a police officer, or at least...

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