The Distant Nightmare

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The rain had not stopped for three days, a steady, grey curtain that turned the cobblestones of the old quarter into slick mirrors reflecting nothing but the bruised sky. In the basement of the crumbling textile mill on River Road, Elias sat in the dark, his fingers working the damp wool with a rhythm that felt older than his own bones. He was not a man in the way the village understood men....

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