The Distant Nightmare

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The hammer was cold in Elias Vance’s hand, heavier than iron had any right to be. He stood over the body of Thomas Bradshaw, the boy’s face slack and grey, the anvil still warm from the last strike of the morning. The town of Oakhaven, with its slate roofs and narrow, muddy lanes, seemed to hold its breath. There was no blood, no wound, only the sudden, terrible silence that follows a heart...

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