The Distant Nightmare

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The key is cold. It sits in your palm, a small, jagged thing of brass, vibrating with a chill that seems to come from the metal itself rather than the air. You are Elias Thorne. You are thirty-four years old. You are a border patrol agent. And you are waking up with sweat soaking through your shirt, the phantom taste of copper on your tongue. The dream was simple. A grey wolf. It did not howl....

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