The Distant Nightmare

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The iron gate was locked. It had always been locked. Caleb sat on the cold stone floor of the cell. The air smelled of damp moss and old rust. He was a soldier. He had worn the red coat for ten years. He had marched in step. He had kept his eyes down. Now the coat was gone. His skin was pale. His hands were bound with chains that bit into his wrists. Across the small room sat another man. He...

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