The Distant Nightmare

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The iron lantern hangs from your hand. It is a heavy thing, forged in the city’s oldest smithy, its surface scarred by a thousand uses and a thousand drops. You have carried it through the fog for three days. The fog here is thick, a living wall that swallows the sound of your boots. You walk the wet cobblestones of the lower city, where the air tastes of rust and stale rain. This is the...

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