The Distant Nightmare

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2026-08-19 09:05:30 -

The cage was rusted. That was the first thing he noticed. Not the heat. Not the smell of mildew. The rust. It flaked off the wire mesh in red dust when he brushed against it. Silas stared at the bars. They were thick. Iron. Old iron. He looked down at his hands. They were empty. No keys. No tools. Just skin. Pale skin. He turned. The room was small. Stone walls. A single window high up. Light...

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