The Distant Nightmare
The name Elias Thorne was not spoken so much as it was dragged across the gravel of the courtyard, a rough, bureaucratic sound that cut through the pre-dawn silence of the barracks. He stood in the corridor, the cold stone floor seeping through the soles of his boots, listening to the echo of his own summons fading down the length of the dormitory. The nightmare had left its residue on his...
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