The Distant Nightmare

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The snow began to fall on Oakhaven not as a blanket but as a siege, settling in the gutters and on the skeletal ribs of the unfinished town hall where you stood, your breath pluming in the bitter air. It was 1943, and you were thirty-two years old, an architect who had fled the riots in the capital with nothing but his drafting compass and a reputation that had curdled into suspicion before you...

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