The Distant Nightmare

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The rain lashed the slate roof. It drummed a frantic rhythm against the stone. Inside, the air was thick. It smelled of damp wool and old ink. Elias sat alone. He sat in the high-backed chair. The chair was carved from oak. The wood was dark. It looked like a cage. Elias watched the fire die. The embers glowed red. They pulsed like a heart. He was far from home. He was far from the sea. Here,...

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