The Distant Nightmare

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The rain had been falling for three days, a grey, persistent mist that clung to the cobblestones of the old market square like a shroud. You stood at the edge of the fountain, watching the water ripple and settle, the stone basin worn smooth by centuries of hands that had washed fruit or filled jugs long before your great-grandfather drew breath. You are Elias Thorne, a man who smells of damp...

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