The Distant Nightmare

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The bell above the door did not ring. It was a heavy iron clapper, rusted into a permanent silence, but everyone in the shop knew it was there. They knew it because they were afraid of it. Thomas Bradshaw stood behind the counter, his hands resting on a length of grey wool. He was a weaver, or so the town claimed. In truth, he was a tailor, but the word felt too soft, too domestic, for the work...

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