The Distant Nightmare

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The seal was broken with a sound like a bone snapping under a boot, and the air that rushed into the chamber was thick with the scent of ozone and old, dried blood, a perfume of decay that clung to the back of the throat and refused to be cleared away by any amount of breathing. I stood at the foot of the stone altar, my sword, a heavy piece of forged steel that had been quenched in the black...

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