The Distant Nightmare
The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray sheet that turned the manicured lawns of the Capitol grounds into a slick, muddy mirror, reflecting the sterile, fluorescent glow of the glass towers that rose like monoliths against the bruised sky. You stood at the center of the rotunda, your shoes soaked through, the leather stiffening against your arches, watching the water drip...
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