The Distant Nightmare

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The oak in the courtyard did not die. It stood, rigid and unyielding against the grey sky, its leaves a permanent, rust-colored armor that refused to shed. To the observers in the high windows of the Chancellery, it was a symbol of endurance. To Julian Thorne, the junior archivist, it was a mirror. He looked at the bark, rough and dark, and saw his own skin stretching tight over bones that felt...

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