The Distant Nightmare

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Chapter One "You are out of time, Mahsa. The form is signed." The smell hit first: ozone and stale coffee, the sharp chemical tang of a photocopier running too hot. Mahsa Hassani stood in the narrow corridor of the border industrial park, her hands gripping the strap of her driving-school car keys so hard the leather creaked. She was thirty-two, a constable in a system that had forgotten her...

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