The Distant Nightmare

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The rain against the window of the factory office was not water, but a thin, gray membrane, a veil that blurred the world outside into a smear of coal smoke and iron. You sit at the desk, your fingers resting on the cold brass of the letter opener, watching the droplets race down the glass with a frantic, purposeful hunger. You are Elias Thorne, a clerk of middling ambition and middling health,...

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