The Distant Nightmare
Chapter One The heat in the caravanserai did not break; it settled into the bones like a debt that could not be renegotiated, a physical weight that pressed against the lungs and turned the air into a thick, oily substance that clung to the skin. Teresa Messina stood at the center of the hall, her chest heaving slightly as she watched the candles gutter in the stagnant air, the wax dripping in...
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