The Distant Nightmare
You wake with the taste of iron on your tongue, a metallic tang that coats the roof of your mouth like a forgotten coin. It is a cold taste, sharp and clinical, reminding you instantly of the sterile white walls of the infirmary where you have been confined for three days. You are Elias Thorne, a man of middling years and middling importance, a clerk in the accounts department of a shipping...
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