The Distant Nightmare

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The silver cufflink sat in Elias Thorne’s left breast pocket, a cold weight against his ribs that felt less like metal and more like a shard of frozen iron. He was thirty-four years old, a court archivist of modest rank, and he sat alone in the dimly lit records room, the air thick with the scent of decaying paper and the silent judgment of centuries. His brother, Julian, had been in the...

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