The Distant Nightmare

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2026-08-19 10:12:44 -

The dream began with the smell of wet wool and old iron. It was a scent that clung to the back of Marguerite’s throat, thick and metallic, tasting of blood she had not yet bled. She stood in the center of a circular room, the walls made of rough-hewn stone that wept with condensation. The air was cold, a biting chill that seemed to settle into her marrow before her eyes had fully adjusted to...

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