The Distant Nightmare
The dream began not with a sound, but with a weight, a heavy, suffocating pressure upon the left side of Elias Thorne’s chest, as if a stone had been placed there by a careless god. He lay in a room that was not his, a chamber of pale, bone-colored stone that seemed to breathe with the slow, rhythmic expansion of a living lung. The air was thick, tasting of iron and old dust, and it clung to...
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