The Distant Journey

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The glass shattered. It was a sound like a scream. Marcus Cole held his breath. The shard hit the floor. It glittered in the dim light. He looked at the window. The window was gone. Just a hole. A hole in the side of the building. Cold air rushed in. It smelled of wet concrete. It smelled of fear. He was in the basement. Level four. The archives. He had been working for ten years. Ten years of...

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