The Distant Nightmare

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The stamp came down with a dull, wooden thud, the sound of a bone breaking in a quiet room. Elias Thorne counted the hours on his wrist, a habit he had cultivated over twenty years of border patrol, each tick a small, sharp reminder that time was a debt he intended to pay off in full before the final audit. His hand, however, did not obey the count. It trembled, a fine, high-frequency vibration...

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