The Distant Nightmare

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"You're late," said the man in the grey suit. He did not look up. His eyes were fixed on a small brass object in his palm, turning it over with a rhythmic, hypnotic click. The sound was dry. It was the only sound in the room. Elias stood in the doorway. The air smelled of dust and old paper. It smelled of time that had stopped moving. He adjusted his collar. He felt the weight of the leather...

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