The Distant Nightmare

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The iron band on my left ring finger burned, a sharp, chemical sting that mirrored the coldness in Clara’s eyes. She stood by the door, her suitcase packed, her face a mask of practiced indifference that I felt as a physical sear on my skin. I was Elias Thorne, forty-two, a textile chemist whose life had reduced to a single, desperate calculation: finish my thesis on fiber degradation before...

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