The Distant Nightmare

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The velvet was heavy. It pressed against your cheek, a cold, dark weight. You wore the mask of the court jester, but the horns were broken, bent back like dead branches. The room was thick with the scent of beeswax and rotting lilies. You stood in the center of the hall, the only place the shadows did not quite reach. They had gathered for the vigil. The elders sat in high-backed chairs, their...

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