The Distant Nightmare

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The decay started in the knuckles, a slow graying that spread like mold in a damp cellar. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two, and your hands are failing you. In the subterranean vaults of the Imperial Library, where the air tastes of dust and ozone, this is not a medical condition but a professional hazard. You have spent twenty years cataloging the ephemera of the state, and now the state’s...

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