The Distant Nightmare
The fog did not merely settle upon the town of Blackwood; it invaded it, a grey, suffocating entity that pressed against the glass of the station windows with the persistent, wet hunger of a starving dog, and I, Sergeant Thomas Bradshaw, sat in the center of the long, oak-paneled interrogation room, watching the condensation bead on the surface and slide down in slow, treacherous rivulets that...
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