The Distant Nightmare

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The dream always began with the smell of woodsmoke and the sensation of weight in the palms. Elara Vance woke in the narrow, sterile bed of her staff quarters at the Meridian Institute, her hands clenching around nothing, the muscles burning with a phantom ache that persisted long after she opened her eyes. She was thirty-two, a junior archivist with a degree she had barely used and a debt that...

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