The Distant Nightmare
The landlord’s voice came through the door, flat and final. "Elara. The notice is pinned to your knocker. You have three days. Pay the forty silver pieces or the guild takes the shop." The wood groaned as he pulled away. You stood in the dark of the workshop, the air thick with the smell of sawdust and old fear. The dead whisper here. They have always whispered. Since Thomas died, the cracks in...
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