The Distant Nightmare

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The crowd was not shouting, but the air in the square was thick with a low, vibrating hum that Constance Danforth felt in her teeth before she heard the first scream. She stood near the base of the fountain, her fingers white-knuckled around the cold silver of the locket she had lifted from the Mayor’s coat pocket only moments before, her hands trembling not from fear but from the sheer,...

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