The Distant Nightmare
You dream of the stone. It is cold and unyielding. You dream it is a wall that does not end. You wake with the taste of chalk in your mouth. The room is dim. Dust motes dance in the single beam of light cutting through the high window. You are in the keep. The Great Hall of Ashworth Manor. It is not a castle. It is a house. But to you, it feels like a fortress. You stand by the long table. The...
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