The Distant Nightmare

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The leather-bound volume lay open on the mahogany desk, its pages exhaling a scent of ozone and old blood that cut through the stale air of the study. You adjusted your spectacles, the glass rims pressing into the bridge of your nose, and watched the ink on the vellum shift, rearranging itself into shapes that were not quite letters but not quite images. Clara was asleep in the adjacent room,...

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