The Distant Nightmare

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The candle guttered in the draft, casting long, trembling shadows against the damp stone walls of the cellar. Elara sat on a cold iron bench, her back straight, her hands folded in her lap. They were rough hands, the skin cracked and flaking, stained with the residue of lye and old blood. She did not look at the door. She did not need to. She knew the weight of the footsteps above, the slow,...

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