The Distant Affair
The dream was always the same, a grinding, tectonic sigh that woke Arthur Vane in the cold dark of his cot, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. In the dream, the great limestone boundary wall of the Blackwood Quarry did not stand; it exhaled, the mortar disintegrating into grey powder that drifted into the air, turning the solid barrier into a cloud of dust that swallowed...
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