The Distant Nightmare

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2026-08-18 01:35:18 -

The feast was a riot of tallow and iron. Torches flared in iron brackets, casting long, trembling shadows against the rough-hewn oak of the Great Hall. The air was thick with the smell of roasting mutton, stale beer, and the sharp, metallic tang of fear. Sir Cedric sat at the high table, his back to the wall, his hands folded on the scarred wood before him. He did not eat. He watched the...

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