The Distant Nightmare
Calum Paisley remembered the taste of the ink before he remembered the pain in his hands. It was a copper tang, sharp and cold, like biting into a rusted nail. He had wanted the debt cleared. He had wanted his sister, Morag, free from the pawnbroker’s ledger. To get her freedom, he had to catch the Whisperer, a thing that lived in the margins of paper and fed on the words that bound men to...
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