The Distant Nightmare

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You stand at the edge of the precipice. The wind is a cold hand on your face. It strips the warmth from your skin. You are twelve years old. You are tall for your age. Your hair is dark and slicked back. Your eyes are wide. They are bright with a terrible clarity. You are not afraid. Fear is a thing for the weak. You are strong. You are certain. The town of Oakhaven is below you. It is a...

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