The Distant Nightmare
The contract was signed in ink that smelled of iron and old blood, a stark contrast to the sterile, antiseptic bite of the ether that hung heavy in the air of the waiting room. Dr. Arthur Vane, a man whose reputation for clinical detachment had once been his most prized possession, stared at the figure of Director Halloway, a gaunt man whose eyes seemed to look not at Arthur but through him,...
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