The Distant Nightmare

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The chisel bit into the granite, but it did not bite deep. It skidded, a high, thin shriek that set Elias Thorne’s teeth on edge, and the stone seemed to push back against the steel with a dull, muscular resistance. Elias was thirty-four, a man whose hands were mapped with the white scars of a decade’s labor, and he stood in the cold, sealed crypt beneath the village church, the only light...

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