The Distant Nightmare

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended grief that smelled of wet wool and old stone. Elias Vane sat in the center of the wagon bed, his back against the timber, watching the mist swallow the road behind him. He was a man who had learned to disappear, to make himself small enough to fit into the cracks of a world that refused to acknowledge his existence. In his lap,...

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