The Distant Whispers
The dream had teeth, or perhaps the teeth had a dream, for when Elias woke in the pale, dusty light of the tower room, his jaw ached with the phantom sensation of chewing on glass, a shattering, crystalline pain that traveled down the back of his neck and settled, heavy and cold, in the marrow of his spine, as if the very architecture of his body had been compromised by the violence of the...
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