The Distant Nightmare

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2026-08-19 17:57:18 -

The rain does not fall; it strikes. It hammers against the rusted iron ribs of the cathedral that stands alone in the fog, a skeletal beast of industry frozen in a scream of rust and soot. You are there, in the center of the nave, your breath a white plume in the cold, damp air. You are not a priest. You are not a ghost. You are Captain Elias Thorne, and you are dying, or perhaps you have...

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