The Distant Nightmare
The iron key hung heavy on Elias’s neck, a cold weight against the sternum that pulsed in time with his own failing heart. It was not merely metal; it was a fragment of his own bone, transmuted by the alchemy of the Forge, bound to his spirit in a knot that could only be severed by death or absolute surrender. For twenty years, Elias had worn the key. For twenty years, he had been the Warden of...
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