The Distant Nightmare

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2026-08-17 10:48:48 -

The feast in the cellar of the old brick foundry was not a celebration but a gathering of breaths held too long, the air thick with the scent of stale beer and the metallic tang of impending rain that could not find its way through the cracked skylights above, and we sat around the long, scarred oak table, my hands trembling slightly as I polished the brass fittings of the new loom I had built...

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