The Distant Nightmare

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The ink was dry. The parchment lay flat on the stone table, cold to the touch. Elias stood before it. His hands trembled. Not from fear. From age. The joints in his fingers were swollen. They looked like knots in old oak. He was a keeper of words. A scholar of the old tongues. His life had been spent in the quiet dark of libraries. He had read every book in the tower. He knew the weight of a...

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