The Distant Nightmare

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"Thorne." The voice was thin, pulled taut by the draft coming from the basement vents. Elias blinked, the cold air biting at his neck. He was in the archive, but it was not the archive he knew. The shelves were made of fused bone, the air thick with the smell of ozone and old blood. In his left hand, he held a stone tablet. It was not held by him; it was fused to him. The skin of his palm had...

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