The Distant Nightmare

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The glass spiderweb was not a decoration; it was a wound in the center of the room, suspended from the chandelier that had once held crystal prisms. Dr. Arthur Penhaligon stood before it, his hands trembling not from fear but from the sheer, exhausting effort of maintaining his composure. He was a man who had built his life on the architecture of words, on the precise delineation of truth from...

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