The Distant Nightmare

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"Stay low," Harrow said. His voice was gravel. It scraped the back of his throat. "The wire hums." Silas did not move. He pressed his back against the cold stone of the outcrop. The wind cut through his coat. It was a sharp, thin wind. It smelled of pine and rot. "It’s not a wire," Silas whispered. "It’s a vein." Harrow looked at him. His eyes were dark. They held no light. They held only the...

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