The Distant Clue
The dream did not wake him so much as it settled into his bones, a heavy, cold sediment that remained long after the court had dismissed and the sun had burned the frost from the cobblestones. Aldous Wren stood in the shadow of the high window, his hands trembling not with fear, but with the sheer, terrifying weight of what he had seen in the dark. He held the small, glass vial in his left...
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