The Distant Nightmare

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2026-08-18 22:38:53 -

The sword in your hand is heavy, heavier than it has any right to be, and the air tastes of iron and wet stone. You are standing in the center of the great hall, the floor slick with the blood of men who died hours ago, men whose names you will never learn because they are already nothing but meat and memory. Your breathing is a ragged thing, a broken rhythm that rattles in your chest like...

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