The Distant Nightmare

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The brass key was cold in Elias’s palm, its teeth worn smooth by decades of use. He turned it in the lock of the dormitory door, the mechanism clicking with a heavy, metallic finality that seemed to absorb the sound of the hallway. The room smelled of damp plaster and old dust, a scent that clung to the back of his throat. He was twelve years old, a size too small for the bed, and the...

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