The Distant Nightmare
The chandeliers in the Great Hall of Thorne Estate were heavy with dust and the weight of expectation, casting a fractured, amber light over the assembled guests. Elias Thorne stood by the sideboard, his hands clasped tightly behind his back, feeling the coarse wool of his cardigan pull at his shoulders as he watched the senior curators gather near the display case. He wanted his tenure...
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