The Distant Nightmare
The wind did not howl so much as it whispered a secret that no one in the valley of the black pines wished to hear, a low, thrumming vibration that settled into the marrow of Elias Thorne’s bones and forced him to stand at the center of the frozen expanse, looking up at the structure that loomed above him like a jagged tooth in the gum of the sky. It was a cathedral, or rather, the memory of...
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