The Distant Nightmare

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The cursor blinked. It was a small, rhythmic pulse on the grey screen of the municipal housing authority’s terminal, the only movement in the stagnant air of the cubicle. Elias Thorne sat with his back straight, his fingers hovering over the keyboard, refusing to touch the keys. He was forty-two, an auditor with fifteen years of service, and he had a file to close. The Blackwood estate. It was...

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