The Distant Nightmare

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The air in the intake processing center did not smell of fear, as one might expect from a place designed to hold the dispossessed, but rather of stale coffee, industrial disinfectant, and the faint, metallic tang of heated plastic, a scent that clung to the back of Thomas Bradshaw’s throat like a stubborn lie he had swallowed years ago. He stood by the window, his hands clasped behind his back...

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