The Distant Nightmare

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Elara held the brass key in her left hand, the metal cold and heavy against her palm, its weight a familiar anchor against the drifting vertigo of the morning. The key was small, no larger than a thumbnail, yet it felt substantial, a dense point of reality in a world that had begun to feel porous and unreliable. She sat at her desk in the Main Reading Room, the linoleum beneath her chair...

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