The Distant Nightmare

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The rain falls. It is cold and relentless. You walk. Your boots sink into the mud of the valley. The mist clings to your shoulders like a shroud. You are tired. Your bones ache with a deep, hollow pain. You are old. Time has eaten you from the inside out. You carry a sword. It is heavy. It is old. The leather grip is worn smooth by generations of hands. You do not know whose hands. You do not...

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