The Distant Nightmare

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2026-08-19 15:11:14 -

The air in the Grand Chamber of the Whitmore Institute did not smell of dust, as one might expect of a place built to house the past. It smelled of ozone and wet stone, a sharp, metallic tang that clung to the back of Professor Elias Thorne’s throat. He stood before the Obsidian Table, his hands trembling not from age, though his joints ached with the stiffness of winter, but from the sheer,...

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