The Distant Nightmare
The stone was cold, but the air inside the rotting town hall was thick with a heat that had no source. Elias Thorne stood before the council, his inspector’s badge hanging heavy on his chest like a noose, and demanded the removal of the Whispering Wall. It was not a request. It was a decree backed by the desperate arithmetic of his father’s failing bakery, a debt that bled into his own life...
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