The Distant Nightmare

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The hammer fell on the anvil with a ring that cut through the damp air, a sharp, metallic note that seemed to hang in the grey suspension of the morning. Elias Thorne stood at the threshold of the forge, his hand resting on the cold iron of his service revolver, watching Silas Vane work the glowing billet of steel into a shape that defied the morning light. The fog in Oakhaven was not like the...

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