The Distant Nightmare
The rain had been falling for three days, a steady, grey curtain that blurred the edges of the world outside the glass walls of the Bureau of Anomalous Events. I stood in the corner of Director Silas Vane’s office, my hands clasped behind my back, feeling the dampness of the wool coat I had worn for hours seep into my skin. It was a cold that went deeper than the temperature, a chill that...
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