The Distant Nightmare
The rain had been falling for three days, a cold, steady drizzle that turned the cobblestones of the lower city into a slick, dark mirror, reflecting the gas lamps and the shadowed faces of the guards who patrolled the narrow, winding streets with a vigilance that bordered on the manic, and as Thomas Ashworth stood at the gate of the old fortress, watching his younger brother, Edward, walk away...
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