The Distant Nightmare
The blade snapped. It shattered against the obsidian shield, sending sparks of white fire dancing in the gloom. Thomas Ashworth did not flinch. He did not gasp. He simply watched the pieces of his sword fall to the stone floor, clattering with a sound like dry bones breaking. The creature stood over him. It was not a monster in the way stories described them. It had no horns, no fangs, no...
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