The Distant Nightmare
Chapter One "Can you hear it?" Dr. Vane asked, his voice thin over the hum of the server racks. Shahid Raza shook his head, his hand resting on the cold steel of the digitization cart. He was forty-two, a senior archivist with a tenure review in six weeks, and the weight of the bone comb in his pocket pressed against his thigh like a second heartbeat. The Silent Wing was a closed space, a vault...
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