The Distant Nightmare

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The glass was cold against Elias’s palm, its surface slick with the condensation of a room that had grown too warm for the season. He stood in the center of the sunroom, a space that had once been the heart of the house, now a tomb for his memories. In his other hand, he held the small, ornate cage. It was made of silver wire, delicate as spider silk, and inside it sat a single, dead canary....

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