The Distant Nightmare

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The clock struck thirteen before I woke. I was dreaming of my father’s workshop, the air thick with sawdust and the scent of varnish, his hands steady as he adjusted the escapement. Then the sound came, a heavy, wooden thud that vibrated through the floorboards. I sat up in the dark, my heart hammering against my ribs. The antique grandfather clock stood in the corner of the bedroom, its...

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