The Distant Nightmare

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The feast was held in the high hall of the city, where the air smelled of roasted lamb and old stone. Torches flickered against the vaulted ceilings, casting long, dancing shadows that seemed to breathe. Thomas stood by the great hearth, his hands resting on the hilt of his sword. He was young, barely twenty, but his face held the weight of years. Beside him stood Elara. Her hand was cold in...

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