The Distant Nightmare

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The iron kettle sang its thin, high note, a sound that seemed to drill into the very marrow of Elias Thorne’s bones, a sharp and unwelcome intruder in the silence of the pantry where the air hung thick with the scent of damp wool and old, preserved plums. He stood there, his hands trembling so violently that he could not steady the wooden spoon, watching the steam rise in a pale, ghostly column...

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