The Distant Nightmare
The chandelier above the mahogany table caught the light of twelve candles, casting long, trembling shadows that danced across the faces of Arthur Vane’s guests, and for a moment, the air in the dining room felt thick with the promise of a future that had finally, after years of soot-stained labor, arrived in the form of a new Victorian home and a position as foreman at the Blackwood Ironworks....
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