The Distant Nightmare
The rain did not fall so much as it was exhaled from the bruised purple belly of the sky, a slow, suffocating sigh that pressed against the high, arched windows of Blackwood Manor until the glass groaned under the weight of the ancient, wet air, and in the deepest corner of the library, where the dust motes danced in the erratic, flickering light of a single tallow candle, Elias sat hunched...
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