The Distant Nightmare

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2026-08-19 01:44:27 -

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, grey curtain that turned the cobblestones of the lower city into a slick, reflective mirror of the sky, and I stood at the foot of the Watchtower stairs, my boots heavy with mud, my armor dented by a blow I could no longer remember. I was not a soldier, not truly, though the leather and steel clung to my body with the intimacy of a second...

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