The Distant Nightmare

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The pressure gauge ticked. It was a small, mechanical sound, but in the dark of the boiler room, it sounded like a heartbeat. Elias Thorne wiped sweat from his eyes with a rag that was already black with soot. He was thirty-two years old, and his back ached with a dull, persistent throb that had become part of his anatomy. The furnace roared, a low, constant growl that vibrated through the...

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