The Distant Nightmare
Thorne, stop hovering over the wine list and actually look at the room, or we will be the laughingstock of the faculty again before the first course is even served. Julian’s voice, low and raspy from the smoke of his cigar, cut through the ambient hum of the gala, a sound that felt less like a reprimand and more like the creak of a door hinge that had been forced open too many times. Elias...
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