The Distant Nightmare
The sleet hits the windshield of the rusted Volvo with a sound like static electricity, a persistent, hissing chorus that drowns out the radio and the distant, muffled thud of the engine struggling against the sludge on Route 9. You are driving, but you are not really here; your mind is a white room, stripped of furniture, except for the single, heavy object in the center: the brass astrolabe,...
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