The Distant Nightmare

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The telegram arrived on a Tuesday in late October, the paper damp with the London fog that clung to the bricks of the boarding house on Wapping High Street like a wet wool scarf. Elias Thorne, a man whose heart beat with the arrhythmic, stuttering urgency of a machine running on fumes, read the three words—SILAS DEAD WELSH—and felt the floor tilt beneath his feet. He was forty years old, a...

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