The Distant Nightmare

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The champagne in Thomas Hale’s glass was warm, a stagnant yellow liquid that tasted of stale metal and regret. He stood at the edge of the grand ballroom in the Harrowgate Steel Works, his tuxedo fitting poorly over the hollows of his recent weight loss, while Mr. Sterling, the Regional Director, moved through the crowd like a shark in a tank of goldfish. Sterling’s laughter was a dry, rattling...

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