The Distant Nightmare

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The frost bit into the stone. It was a cold that lived in the marrow. Elias Vance stood at the center of the Great Hall. The air was thick with the scent of decay and old wax. He held his magnifying glass. His hand did not tremble. It never did. He was a man of precision. He was a man of truth. Or so he had believed. The Hall was vast. The ceiling vaulted into shadow. The chandeliers hung like...

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