The Distant Nightmare

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2026-08-24 03:56:30 -

The porcelain bowl sat on the center of my desk, a perfect white sphere that I had bought from a thrift store in Dayton three weeks ago. It was not just a bowl; it was a mirror, though not for my face, but for the truth of who I was, a truth that vibrated in the hollows of my teeth whenever I spoke a lie to myself. I am Elias Thorne, thirty-four years old, a state trooper with twelve years of...

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