The Distant Nightmare

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The stone sat in my palm, cold as river ice, its jagged edges biting into the flesh of my thumb. I was Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, and I was a warden in the Blackwood Asylum. The rock was the only thing I had left that felt real, a piece of the earth that did not lie to me. It hummed, a low vibration that traveled up my arm and settled in my chest, a sound like a held breath. I held it...

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