The Distant Nightmare
Chapter One Michalis Nikolaidis was already on his knees, the cold metal of the intake table biting into his shins, when the fluorescent light above the desk flickered and died, leaving only the amber glow of the quarantine stamp on the crate beside him. He did not look up. He was counting the coins in his pocket, twenty-three of the Rope Walk, each one worn smooth by the friction of his thumb,...
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