The Distant Nightmare
The wrench weighed exactly four pounds and two ounces, a fact I had verified against the brass scale in the kitchen three times that evening. It was a heavy thing for a tool, solid iron with a handle worn smooth by my father’s hands, and I held it under the single bare bulb of my apartment, turning it slowly until the metal caught the light. Outside, the wind from the river gusted against the...
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