The Distant Nightmare

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The rain fell in sheets that turned the concrete courtyard of the federal detention center into a shimmering, treacherous mirror, and Sergeant Elias Thorne stood at the center of it, his left leg bent at an angle that defied anatomy, the pain a white-hot wire pulled tight through his shin. He was forty-two years old, and he knew with a cold, clinical precision that the bone had shattered, that...

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