The Distant Nightmare
You are running. The rain is cold. It cuts through your uniform. You do not feel the cold. You only feel the weight of the badge on your chest. It is heavy. It is iron. It is your skin. The city is alive. It breathes in neon and exhaust. The streetlights buzz. They are yellow eyes. They watch you. You know what they see. They see a monster. They see the man who failed. They see the man who let...
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