The Distant Nightmare

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The bell rang for supper. It was a low, bronze hum that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of Aldous’s bones. He stood in the vast, echoing hall of the King’s court, his hands still stained with the grease of the forge. He was a smith, yes, but here, in this gilded cage of power, he was merely a pair of hands. The court was a place of whispers and poison. The air smelled of lavender and rot....

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