The Distant Nightmare

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The rain in this city does not fall; it hangs, a grey curtain that blurs the edge of the streetlamp and the wet cobblestones into a single, indistinct smear. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, and I am trying to draw a straight line. My hand trembles, a fine, persistent vibration that travels from my wrist up through the elbow and settles, heavy and cold, in my chest. The lease for the...

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