The Distant Nightmare

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2026-08-18 17:38:48 -

The frost had not yet melted from the flagstones when the abbot’s shadow fell across the threshold, long and thin as a reed. "Thomas," he said, his voice a dry rustle of parchment. "The new boy is here." Thomas did not look up from the inkwell he was grinding. The stone moved in a slow, circular motion, releasing a scent of iron and damp earth that seemed to cling to the back of his throat. He...

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