The Distant Nightmare

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The fog rolled in from the harbor, thick and wet, tasting of rust and old salt. It swallowed the docks whole. It swallowed the light. Elias stood at the edge of the pier. His hands were bound. The rope bit into his wrists. It was a good rope. Hemp. Sturdy. It did not snap. It held. He looked down at his arms. The skin was red. Swollen. The veins stood out like dark rivers under the surface. He...

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