The Distant Nightmare
The rain had been falling for three days, a persistent, gray sheet that turned the cobblestones of Oakhaven into a slick, mirror-like expanse reflecting the low, bruised clouds and the jagged, iron-banded spires of the old library which stood at the heart of the town like a stone tooth in a rotting gum. I stood at the window of my cramped study, watching the water drip from the eaves in a...
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