The Distant Nightmare

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The compass needle spun lazily, refusing to settle, as I drove the brass stake into the frozen earth of the northern grid. My fingers were numb, the leather of my gloves cracking under the strain, but the work had to be done before the winter set in for good. I needed the pension. Ten years of mapping these desolate stretches of rock and pine had left me with a body that ached when the...

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