The Distant Nightmare

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2026-08-23 07:18:59 -

The scratch was there again. It lived on Elias Thorne’s forearm, a jagged, pale line that pulsed with a cold, internal heat. He looked down at it, the varnish brush suspended in the air, the smell of turpentine sharp in his nostrils. The Guild Hall crest loomed before him, a massive oak slab that had been his father’s final commission before the fever took him. Elias had promised the Guild...

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