The Distant Nightmare

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The ink on the parchment moved like living veins, pulsing in a rhythm that did not match Elara’s heartbeat. She sat in the dim, stone-walled archive of the Order, her quill poised above the final page of the Codex, waiting for the tremor in her hand to subside. For three years, she had served as a junior scribe, copying texts by day and scrubbing the grime from the lower shelves by night, all...

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