The Distant Nightmare

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The debt was due at the harvest moon, and I had nothing but the weight of my own skin to pay with. I am Elias, forty-two years old, and the village calls me a seer, though the Lord calls me a thief. The rule is simple, brutal, and absolute: when the dead touch me, I see their faces, and for every vision, a year of my life is stripped away. I have spent my youth in this transaction, selling my...

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