The Distant Nightmare

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The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a gray curtain drawn tight against the windows of the cellar apartment. Elias Thorne sat at the kitchen table, the wood worn smooth by decades of elbows and spilled coffee, staring at the single candle that trembled in its glass holder. The air in the room was thick, smelling of wet wool and the metallic tang of the blood he had not yet cleaned from...

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