The Distant Nightmare

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The vial was empty, and the smell of copper was still hanging in the air of the slaughterhouse break room, thick and sweet. Kojo Mohammed wiped his hands on his apron, the leather stiff with dried blood and old grease, and looked at the small glass bottle in his palm. It had been full of something that glowed like a sickly moon, a substance that should have been impossible in a place where the...

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