The Distant Nightmare

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The champagne in my glass had gone flat an hour ago, but I kept sipping it, watching the bubbles fail to rise, a small, silent rebellion against the forced merriment of the office holiday party. It was December, and the air in the firm’s top floor conference room was thick with the scent of pine and expensive cologne, a sensory assault that did nothing to calm the knot of anxiety tightening in...

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