The Distant Nightmare
The letter sat on the table. It was white. It was crisp. It bore the seal of the County. Elias picked it up. His hand trembled. The paper was thin. It felt like skin. He did not read it. He knew the words. They were carved in the air. They were heavy. They were cold. Elias was a new man here. The town was old. The houses leaned. The streets were wet. He had come from the city. He had come to...
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