The Distant Nightmare

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The room was not a room, but a vast, suspended hall of polished obsidian, floating in a void that smelled of ozone and old rain. You stood at the center of a circular dais, the surface cool against your bare feet, while around you, thousands of identical figures sat in rows of high-backed chairs that stretched into an infinite, foggy distance. They were all wearing suits of grey wool, their...

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