The Distant Nightmare

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The ink in the ledger is still wet as I set down the pen, the smell of iron and old paper sharp in my nostrils. Outside, the town of Oakhaven is drunk on the harvest festival, the bonfires casting long, jagged shadows across the cobblestones, but the sound is wrong. It has been wrong for weeks, this low-frequency vibration that the locals call the Gray Hum. It is not a sound you hear with your...

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