The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The dream began not with a sound, but with a weight, a crushing, humid pressure that settled upon the chest of Aldous Thorne like a slab of wet granite, pinning him to the floor of a room he recognized only by the faint, sour scent of lavender and old blood that clung to the air. He lay there, his eyes closed behind the translucent lids of the trance, feeling the rhythmic, thunderous pulse of...

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