The Distant Nightmare

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The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed a persistent, hollow rhythm against the leaded windows of the Hall, a sound that seemed to seep through the stone and into the marrow of the bones. I sat in my office, a room so vast it felt less like a place of work and more like a tomb waiting to be filled. The air was thick with the scent of old paper and damp wool. Before me lay the...

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