The Distant Nightmare

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The soup was thick enough to stand a spoon in, a beige slurry that smelled of boiled wool and stale regret. You sat at the head of the long oak table in the community hall, your badge resting on the polished wood like a dead insect, its metal tarnished by the humidity of the room and the weight of the accusations directed at you. The air was heavy, saturated with the scent of roasting pork and...

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