The Distant Nightmare

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The clay token slipped from Juergen Klein’s fingers and struck the desk with a dull, final thud. He did not pick it up. His hands, stained with the graphite dust of a thousand cataloging entries, trembled as he slid the resignation letter into the brass tray. Outside the damp corner of the archive, the city of Veldt held its breath under a dusting of sleet that had stopped the trams and the...

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