The Distant Nightmare

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The feast was loud. Too loud. Candles burned low in the great hall of Alder House. Smoke curled. Wine sloshed. Laughter cracked like dry wood. Elias sat at the head. He was a man of hands. Thick fingers. Calloused palms. He made locks. Good locks. Strong locks. His wife, Clara, sat to his right. She was beautiful. Quiet. Her eyes watched the door. Not the room. The door. "Another toast," Elias...

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