The Distant Nightmare
You wake with the taste of copper and old rain on your tongue, the weight of the silence pressing against your eardrums like deep water. In the village of Oakhaven, where the fog clings to the cobblestones long after the sun has risen, you have always been the keeper of the quiet. You are Elara, though your neighbors know you only as the woman who mends the town’s broken things, stitching...
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