The Distant Nightmare

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The iron pot sat in the center of the circular hearth, a black and swollen thing that had not known the touch of a clean cloth in three generations, its surface pitted with the scars of a thousand fires and the silence of a thousand unspoken accusations, and Elias stood before it, his hands trembling not with cold but with the terrible, electric anticipation of a man who knows he is about to...

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