The Distant Nightmare

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The oak tree in the yard of the warden’s house did not merely shed its leaves in the autumn; it wept them, a slow, viscous hemorrhage of brown sap that stained the gravel path black and sticky. Elias Thorne stood at the window of his study, watching the fluid drip, his reflection superimposed over the darkening trunk, a ghostly figure trapped in glass and wood. He was forty-two years old, and...

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