The Distant Nightmare

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The bell tolls. Not once, but seven times. The sound is heavy, wet, and iron-throated. It shakes the cobblestones under your boots. You do not run. You stand still. The air tastes of copper and old rain. This is the night the city wakes. You are the Keeper. You wear the cloak. It is not wool. It is skin. Your own skin, stretched and woven into a shroud that clings to your bones. It is cold. It...

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