The Golden Visit
The dream began not with light, but with the heavy, suffocating weight of wet earth pressing against the back of Elias Thorne’s skull, a sensation so visceral and immediate that he woke in the dark of his study, the gaslight hissing its thin, blue complaint as it consumed the oxygen in the room, his body trembling not with cold but with the phantom memory of being buried alive by the very hands...
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