The Distant Nightmare
The tape measure stretched across the floorboards, its yellow blade clicking against the dust, counting out the square footage of a life that was being liquidated. Elias Thorne, fifty-two and already feeling the heavy drag of his failing heart, pulled the tape taut, measuring the distance from the desk to the door. Three meters, two feet, six inches; the exact span of his remaining time in the...
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