The Distant Nightmare

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My fingers were already black when I set the pen down, the ink bleeding up through the grain of my skin like a bruise that refused to fade. I was at my desk in the department store, the gaslight hissing overhead, and the ledger lay open to the page where Kato had signed, but the signature was not on the paper anymore. It was on my hand. The room smelled of brine and old dust, the tide heard...

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