The Distant Nightmare

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The rain against the window of the faculty office was not a sound but a presence, a persistent, wet static that filled the silence between us. I sat across from Dr. Arthur Vane, my supervisor, my mentor, and the man who had shaped the last decade of my intellectual life. The room smelled of old paper and cold tea, the scent of a place where ideas went to die or be preserved in amber. I had come...

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