The Distant Nightmare

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2026-08-17 12:43:16 -

The soup was thick, a bruised purple sludge that smelled of rot and iron, and I held the bowl in my hands as if it were a weapon, the heat searing my palms while the town watched from the window ledges with eyes like dead fish. We were not soldiers, not really, though the armor we wore was made of rusted sheet metal and the swords were sharpened hoes, and we called it the Guard because it...

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