The Distant Nightmare
The glass in the shop window shattered. It did not break with a crash, but with a sigh, a soft, internal exhalation that turned the pane into a web of white threads. Elias stood behind the counter, his hands still resting on the polished oak. He did not flinch. He had been waiting for the crack. "Did you hear that?" asked Silas, his apprentice. Silas was young, bright-eyed, and possessed of a...
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