The Distant Nightmare

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2026-08-22 07:38:04 -

The fog rolled in from the harbor before the first bell rang. It was thick, wet, and tasted of iron and rot. I stood in the center of the Grand Hall, the air trembling around me. The floor was black marble, polished to a mirror finish. It reflected the chandeliers above, suspending us in a cage of light and shadow. My hands shook. Not from cold. From the weight of what I carried. I am Dr. Elias...

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