The Distant Nightmare
Chapter One "Property of the Crown. Do not alter. Do not remove." The ink was still wet on the deed, black and glistening, but it was moving. I watched the name of the owner, a British colonel dead for forty years, blur and stretch. My hands were shaking, not from fear, but from the weight of the box of type I had been carrying from the ferry crossing. The metal sorts were cold, biting into my...
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