The Distant Nightmare

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The stone was not merely wet; it was sweating, a cold, mineral perspiration that slicked against the palms of Silas Vane as he gripped the parapet. Below, the city of Oakhaven sprawled in a tangle of slate and shadow, its windows flickering with the erratic pulse of gaslight and the new, humming electricity that had begun to creep into the upper districts like a slow, bright cancer. Silas was a...

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