The Distant Nightmare

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The fire started in the breakroom. Not a spark, not a flare, but a slow, gray bloom that smelled of burnt hair and old copper. I saw it first. I always see things first. My hands were steady. My heart was not. "Call the fire department," said Miller. He stood by the coffee machine, his face pale, his tie askew. He looked at me with those wide, wet eyes. He always looked at me like that. Like I...

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