The Distant Nightmare

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The cellar smelled of damp earth, mildew, and the sharp, metallic tang of rusted iron. It was a smell that clung to the wool of Elara’s shawl, a scent that had permeated her very breath over the past three decades. She stood in the center of the circular room, her hands resting on the rough-hewn wooden table that dominated the space. On the table lay the Vial. It was not a grand artifact, not a...

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