The Distant Nightmare

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The iron bolt in my hands was cold, not with the chill of the valley air, but with the specific, biting temperature of metal that has been struck too many times and left to rust in the damp. It was a standard three-inch carriage bolt, the kind Julian had ordered from the hardware store in the next town over, a piece of modern industry that felt alien against the rough-hewn oak of the gate’s...

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