The Distant Nightmare

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The rain in the city of Oram did not fall so much as it exhaled, a cold, grey breath that settled into the cobblestones and the damp wool of those who walked them. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the market square, his hands trembling inside the pockets of his coat, waiting for the sound of the heavy iron gate to open. He had been there for three days. The smell of wet ash and rotting turnips...

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