The Distant Nightmare

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The ink was wet. Elias watched it spread. Black. It bled into the paper. It ate the words. The room was cold. Steam hissed from the radiator. A tick. A tick. The clock above the mantle. Elias was the town scribe. He knew the laws. He knew the ledgers. He knew the names. He did not know the boy. The boy was Thomas. Thomas was small. Thomas had dirt under his nails. Thomas held a knife. Not a...

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