The Distant Nightmare

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The air in the subterranean vault was thick, not with dust, but with the heavy, sweet rot of centuries compressed into a single, breathing moment, and Elias Thorne stood at the center of the circle of chairs, his hands trembling so violently that the silver hilt of his ceremonial sword, the one that had been passed down through seven generations of his bloodline and polished until it reflected...

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