The Distant Nightmare
The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of the old city into a slick, black mirror that reflected the gaslight in trembling, amber shards. Elias Vane stood at the edge of the pier, his leather duffel bag heavy against his shoulder, the straps cutting into his skin with a familiar, aching pressure. He was not leaving to escape; he was leaving because there was nothing...
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