The Distant Nightmare

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The quill was damp, the ink black and thick, and Elias held it with a hand that trembled not from fear but from the sudden, violent cold of the room. He sat at the oak desk in the Guild Hall, the year 1342 etched into the grain of the wood by a hundred years of scribes before him, and stared at the final page of the town chronicle. There, fresh and wet, was a stain that should not have existed....

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