The Distant Nightmare
The static in the air was a physical weight, pressing against Elias Thorne’s temples like a thumb on a bruise. He stepped from the taxi onto the gravel drive of Blackwood Estate, the wheels crunching beneath the tires, a sound that seemed too loud for the grey morning. Elias was thirty-four, a junior actuary with a degree in statistics and a heart full of desperate arithmetic. He carried a...
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