The Distant Nightmare

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The clock in the hall did not tick. It hung there, a wooden bird with its beak closed, trapping time in the throat. Elias stood before the mirror in his study. The room was small. Stone walls. One window. The glass was fogged from the inside. He could not see the face. He saw only the gray wool of his coat. He touched the lapel. The fabric was rough. It smelled of dust and old rain. He had worn...

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