The Distant Nightmare

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The rain lashed against the high windows of the Municipal Archives, a relentless gray curtain that blurred the city into a smear of wet concrete and neon. Elias Thorne stood before the glass, his breath fogging the pane in small, frantic circles. He was forty-two, a man who had spent the last fifteen years sorting other people’s pasts into neat, labeled boxes, yet his own present had become a...

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