The Distant Nightmare

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The brass compass in Elias Thorne’s pocket vibrated against his thigh, a low, cold hum that seemed to originate from the marrow of his bones rather than the metal case. He stood on the platform at St. Jude’s Academy, watching the train that carried his father disappear into the grey mist, the wheels shrieking against the rails like a dying animal. Elias clutched the device tighter, his knuckles...

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