The Distant Nightmare

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The crack in the porcelain bell runs deep, a jagged white vein against the blue glaze. You hold it in your pocket, the shards biting into your thigh with every step you take down the corridor of the Blackwood Institute. It is November, and the air in the building is stale, smelling of old paper and floor wax. You are Elias Thorne, forty-five years old, and you have one week left before your...

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