The Distant Nightmare
The invoice from Halloway & Sons Structural Consulting sat on the dashboard, the paper yellowed at the edges, the ink smudged where a coffee ring had bloomed ten years ago. I signed it. Then I folded it into a square, sharp as a creased wing, and tucked it into the glovebox next to the brass compass. It was March 14, 2024. The light was gray and flat, the kind that makes every surface look like...
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