The Distant Nightmare

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a grey, suspended mist that clung to the damp wool of my coat and the heavy leather of my belt as I walked the long, flagstone causeway toward the keep. It was the kind of weather that seemed to exist outside of time, a medieval fog that swallowed the modern world whole, leaving only the stone and the silence and the weight of my own...

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