The Distant Nightmare

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The damp in the infirmary smelled of wet wool and old iron. Elias stood before the barred window, his jaw tight, the scar across his cheek pulling against the tension. He did not look at the bed. He looked at the door. "Let him go," Elias said. His voice was low, stripped of command. Vane sat in the only chair, a stack of parchment balanced on his knee. He did not look up. The paper rustled, a...

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