The Distant Nightmare

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The rain hit the slate roof with a rhythmic, violent insistence. It drummed against the glass panes of the high windows, blurring the night into a smear of gray and black. Elias Vance stood in the center of the Grand Hall, his boots heavy on the cold stone floor. He was not a man who belonged here. The air smelled of damp wool and old money, a scent that clung to the velvet drapes and the...

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