The Distant Nightmare

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2026-08-23 08:30:00 -

The chisel bit into the wood of the nightstand, shaving off a curl of pine that smelled of resin and old sweat. Elias Thorne held his breath, his knuckles white around the handle, watching the splinter detach with a slow, agonizing snap. He was forty-five years old, and his hands shook with a tremor that had nothing to do with the cold seeping through the floorboards of his small, drafty house...

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