The Distant Nightmare

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The vial in Elias’s palm weighed exactly four ounces, a specific, cold gravity that he had counted out in his mind three times before the ambulance could arrive, though there was no ambulance, only the wet, rattling cadence of Mara’s breath filling the bedroom where the wallpaper was peeling in long, gray strips. He was forty-two, a retired border patrol officer whose hands were still mapped...

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