The Distant Nightmare

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2026-08-18 23:02:20 -

The frost was thick on the glass. I pressed my palm against the cold pane of the library window. The garden lay dormant, a white silence under the grey sky. Inside, the air smelled of old paper and damp wool. I was alone. This was the rule. Solitude was the price of admission. My name is Elara. I had been at the Ashworth Institute for three years. We were not students, exactly. We were assets....

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