The Distant Nightmare
Act I "Notice of Demolition: The old brick kilns, seventy-one in total, are condemned for the new pipeline right-of-way. Proceed immediately." Honoré LaCour read the notice taped to the server room door, the cold air biting his lungs, and looked at the empty vial in his hand. He was thirty-two, a court stenographer in his final month, but right now he was just a man holding a glass tube filled...
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