The Distant Nightmare

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The band played a waltz that scraped against the floorboards, a sound like a file on rusted iron, and Elias Thorne counted the steps in his head to keep the dizziness at bay. One, two, three. One, two, three. The ballroom in Oakhaven smelled of damp wool and spilled gin, a thick, cloying scent that clung to the back of his throat. He was thirty-four years old, a Sergeant in the local...

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