The Distant Nightmare

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The concrete was wet. It smelled of iron and old rain. Elias Thorne sat in the splintered remains of what had been his study, the roof gone, the walls twisted into jagged teeth that caught the grey afternoon light. His left leg was a ruin. The femur had snapped clean, the bone ends pressing against the skin like a fist through a window, but there was no blood. Instead, a heat radiated from the...

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