The Distant Affair
The dream began with the smell of ozone and wet stone. Elias woke before his eyes opened. His heart hammered against his ribs. The air in the room was thick. It tasted of iron. He lay still. The darkness pressed against his eyelids. He knew what he had seen. He knew what was coming. He sat up. The floorboards creaked. A single beam of grey light cut through the heavy curtain. It illuminated a...
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