The Distant Nightmare

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The rain hammered against the slate roof of the barracks, a relentless, rhythmic drumming that seemed to echo the pounding in Elias Thorne’s skull. He stood before the iron bars of the holding cell, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword, knuckles white, eyes fixed on the young scribe huddled in the corner. Julian did not look up. He was too afraid to breathe, let alone speak. Elias’s jaw...

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