The Distant Nightmare

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2026-08-18 15:56:13 -

The cart rattled over the cobblestones of Aethelgard, the wheels grinding a low, mournful groan that echoed off the damp stone walls. Margaret Holloway sat in the back, her hands wrapped around a wicker basket that smelled of thyme and iron. She was traveling to the Abbey of St. Jude, a place where the air was said to be so thick with incense and silence that it could press the breath from a...

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