The Distant Nightmare

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Act I Athol Nisbet’s hands shook as he tightened the brass screw of the theodolite, the cold metal biting into his palm, a sharp pain that grounded him in the physical world where the wind off the Isle of Skye did not whisper but screamed against the glacial valley rocks. He was forty-two years old, a surveyor for the Northern Line, and his primary objective was not the track itself but the...

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