The Distant Nightmare

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2026-08-18 15:51:31 -

The candle guttered. It was the only light left in the tower, and it was dying. Edmund sat in the high-backed chair. The leather had worn thin where his hips pressed against it. Years of sitting. Years of waiting. The wax pooled on the saucer, a small, white lake of liquid time. He watched it drip. One drop. Two. The rhythm was slow. The room was cold. The wind outside howled against the stone,...

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