The Distant Nightmare

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The glass in the mirror did not reflect the room. It reflected a hunger. Elias Thorne stood before it, his hands trembling not with cold, but with the weight of the object clutched in his left fist. It was a circlet of black iron, wrought with thorns that seemed to pulse with a faint, internal heat. In the dim, candlelight of his workshop, the metal looked less like jewelry and more like a...

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