The Distant Nightmare

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2026-08-19 12:08:26 -

The rain had turned the cobblestones of Millhaven into a slick, black mirror, reflecting the jagged lightning that split the grey sky. Elias Thorne stood on the edge of the cliff, his boots slipping on the wet moss, the wind tearing at his tattered coat. He was not a man of many words, and certainly not one of many secrets, yet here he was, holding a secret so heavy it felt like a stone tied to...

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