The Distant Nightmare
"The seal is broken." Mara’s voice was a whisper, dry as old parchment. She stood before the iron door, her fingers trembling against the cold metal. The air in the corridor tasted of dust and centuries. "Is it?" asked Elias. He did not look up from the ledger in his hands. His pen moved with mechanical precision. "Then we proceed. Do not linger, Mara. The hour is late." Mara did not move. She...
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