The Distant Nightmare

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The hall smelled of roasted boar and ancient dust, a thick, cloying scent that clung to the back of your throat like a second skin. You sat at the far end of the long oak table, your fingers wrapped tightly around the cold ceramic of the blue jar, its surface slick with the condensation of your own trembling hands. Around you, the lords of the Iron Coast laughed, their voices rising in a...

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