The Distant Nightmare
The silence in the basement was not an absence of sound but a weight, a physical pressure that pressed against Elias Thorne’s eardrums until they ached with a dull, rhythmic throb. He stood before the row of steel shelving, his knuckles white as he gripped the edge of a cataloging cart, the metal biting into his skin, while the dust motes hung suspended in the shafts of grey light filtering...
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