The Distant Nightmare

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The dream was not of monsters, but of machinery. Elias Vane lay suspended in a void of absolute, sterile white, surrounded by the ticking of a thousand invisible clocks. In his hand, he held a pair of spectacles. They were heavy, their frames wrought from a dark, oxidized metal that smelled faintly of ozone and old copper. The lenses were not glass, but curved shards of polished obsidian,...

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