The Distant Nightmare
The fire in the central hall of the manor had burned down to a bed of white ash by the time the first screams began, a sound that tore through the night air not like a human cry but like the snapping of a dry branch under the weight of an unseen beast. Elara stood in the shadows of the corridor, her small hands pressed tightly against her mouth, her eyes wide and unblinking as she watched the...
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