The Distant Nightmare

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The fog in the valley of Aethelgard did not smell of rain or damp earth, but of old paper and burnt sugar, a scent that clung to the wool of Elias’s cloak and settled deep in his lungs like a fine, gray dust. He sat alone in the hollow of a massive oak, its roots exposed and knotted like the arthritic hands of the elders in the village below, and he held the book open on his knees. The leather...

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