The Distant Nightmare

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Elara. The name hung in the air of the stone cottage, cold and sharp as the wind that rattled the shutters. I looked up from the ledger, my fingers stained with ink and the rust of the old plow. "Elara," Thomas said again, his voice thin, stripped of its usual warmth. He stood by the door, looking at the wall where the shadows had grown too thick to be cast by the single tallow candle. "It is...

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