The Distant Nightmare

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2026-08-19 10:32:27 -

The feast was a thing of excess, a sprawling banquet that stretched across the long oak table of the village hall, the air thick with the scent of roasted goose, beeswax, and the sharp, metallic tang of spilled wine. Margaret Holloway sat at the head of the table, her hands folded in her lap, watching the candlelight dance on the faces of the elders. They were smiling, those deep, crinkled...

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