The Distant Nightmare

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The first thing you notice is the cold, not the pain. It is a specific, biting chill that settles into the marrow of your left forearm, a sensation so distinct it feels like a second pulse running parallel to your own. You are standing in the Grand Hall of the Ministry of Reclamation, a vast, vaulted space of polished obsidian and brass that smells of ozone and old paper. The air is still,...

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