The Distant Nightmare

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The dream came first, as it always did, a cold and gray thing that tasted of iron and old stone. It was not a nightmare of monsters, but of weight. Miles of weight. He saw himself standing in a vault, the air so thick with dust that it felt like breathing sand. In his hands, he held a sphere of obsidian, smooth and black, reflecting nothing. It was heavy, heavier than anything should be, and it...

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