The Distant Nightmare

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The fog did not roll in so much as it materialized, a thick, gray curtain that erased the boundary between the harbor and the sky. Inside the office of Magistrate Elias Thorne, the air was still and cold, smelling of damp wool and old paper. Elias sat behind his mahogany desk, a man whose face had become a map of his own quiet endurance. He was forty-five, with hands that trembled slightly when...

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