The Distant Nightmare
The banquet hall of the Institute for Advanced Structural Engineering was a cavern of suspended judgment, its vaulted ceilings disappearing into a darkness that seemed to breathe with the collective anxiety of the three hundred guests in attendance. Dr. Arthur Vane sat at the head of the long mahogany table, his posture rigid, his fingers resting on the cold surface as if checking for a pulse....
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