The Distant Nightmare

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The feast of the harvest moon was not a celebration of joy but a ritual of containment, where the air in the great hall of the manor house hung thick with the scent of roasted lamb and the metallic tang of old blood that seemed to seep from the very stones of the foundation. I sat at the head of the long oak table, my armor polished to a mirror shine that reflected the flickering candles and...

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