The Distant Nightmare

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The first box held four inches of dust and a single, rusted key. Elias Thorne counted the items as he packed, his fingers trembling with a cold that had nothing to do with the November air seeping through the cracked window of the scriptorium. Twenty years he had served St. Jude’s, twenty years of cataloging the silence of the dead, and now he was leaving with nothing but the proof that the...

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