The Distant Nightmare
The morning light fell through the tall, arched windows of the estate in long, dusty shafts, illuminating the stillness that had settled over the house like a second skin. Elias Thorne stood by the window, his hands clasped behind his back, watching the mist retreat from the garden below. He was a man built for order, a former officer whose life had been defined by the precise geometry of duty...
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