The Distant Nightmare

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The banquet hall smelled of roast goose and old brass. It was a feast for the guild. Every master in the city was there. They sat at long tables under chandeliers that dripped light like honey. The air was thick. It pressed against the skin. Silas Vane sat at the head of the table. He was a leatherworker. His hands were red and cracked. He looked at them. They were not his hands. They were the...

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