The Distant Nightmare

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The rain against the single-pane window of Room 4B did not sound like water, but like the static of a dying radio, a grey hiss that seemed to seep through the glass and settle in the marrow of your bones. You are Arthur Vane, thirty-two years old, a junior clerk in the Imperial Ministry of Internal Affairs, and you have been sitting at your oak desk for six hours, watching the edges of your...

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