The Distant Nightmare

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The road was wet. The air was cold. Elara walked. Her boots were heavy. The mud sucked at her heels. She carried no bag. She carried no sword. She carried only the weight of her own skin. The castle stood on the hill. It was old. Stone and shadow. The gates were black iron. They did not creak. They were silent. She reached the gate. She stopped. Her breath came out in white clouds. She looked...

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