The Distant Nightmare
The dream began with the sound of a seal being broken, a wet, tearing noise that echoed in the hollow of Julian’s chest. He stood in the Great Hall of the University of Saint Jude, a structure of dark oak and heavy stone that smelled of dust, old ink, and the faint, metallic tang of fear. The air was thick with a silence so profound it felt like a physical weight pressing against his eardrums....
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