The Distant Nightmare

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The rain hit the window like a thousand tiny fists. I watched them streak down the glass, blurring the neon sign of the gas station across the street. It buzzed with a sick, yellow light. "You’re doing it again," said Arthur. He didn’t look up from his newspaper. His glasses were thick, clouded with age and grime. "Staring at nothing." "I’m listening," I said. "Listening to what? The rain?"...

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