The Distant Nightmare
The hall was thick with the smell of roasted meat and damp wool, a suffocating embrace of warmth that felt less like comfort and more like a slow suffocation, as if the air itself had become a heavy, tangible substance pressing against the lungs of every man and woman present in the grand dining room of the Halloway Mill. Margaret stood at the edge of the polished oak table, her fingers...
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