The Distant Nightmare

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The cellar of the Thorne estate smelled of damp earth, roasted lamb, and the cloying, medicinal sweetness of the Lazarus Tonic, a scent that hung heavy in the air like a shroud draped over the table where thirty-two-year-old Elias Thorne sat presiding over a feast that was less a celebration and more a ritual of containment. He adjusted the silver tongs with the precise, detached movements of a...

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