The Distant Nightmare

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The dream was always the same. A river of black water, thick as oil, moving without sound. Elias woke with the taste of iron in his mouth and the cold of the truck cab seeping into his bones. He was forty-two, a night-shift driver for Halloway Logistics, and the crate in the back held twelve antique clocks, each worth more than his annual salary. He needed the money. His mother, Martha, was in...

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