The Distant Nightmare

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The shadows in the East Wing did not move with their owners. They lagged, a second behind, like a dog waiting for a command that had already been given. Clara Vane watched the silhouette of Patient Seven stretch across the linoleum, detached from the man’s feet, reaching for a cup of tea before his hand did. It was a symptom, Dr. Aris had told her, a collective delusion born of the damp and the...

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