The Distant Promise
Elara Vance lay awake in the suffocating heat of the summer night, her mind tethered not to the waking world but to a recurring, viscous dream where the walls of her study at the university were made of living, breathing parchment, the ink on the pages wriggling like dark worms, and in that dream, the building itself was a cage that slowly tightened its grip on her ribs until the air was...
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