The Distant Nightmare

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The glass shattered. Not broke. Shattered. Into a thousand jagged teeth that bit into the air of the old university library. Elias stood there, hands raised, the weight of the silence heavy as lead. Around him, the shelves bowed. The books did not fall. They waited. You are wrong, he said to the air. The air did not answer. The air was made of dust and dry rot and the smell of varnish. He...

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