The Distant Nightmare

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The bell rang. Not a church bell. Not a school bell. It was the heavy, iron tongue of the city striking the pavement. It struck once. Then again. I was in the broth. It tasted of copper and old wool. The fog was thick. It pressed against the glass. I held the spoon. The soup was cold. It had been cold for days. The steam rose. It did not rise. It hung. It waited. My name is Elias. I am a keeper...

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