The Distant Nightmare

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The damp air of the cellar tasted of wet stone and old fear. Elias clutched the silver reliquary against his chest, its weight a cold anchor in his trembling hands. He had stolen it, yes, but only to prove it was not what the Abbot claimed. Above him, the heavy oak door rattled in its frame, the sound of a lock being turned echoing through the darkness. The Abbot’s voice dropped from the...

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