The Distant Nightmare

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The iron gate groaned. It was a sound like a man clearing his throat before a confession. You stood in the courtyard, the mud sucking at your boots, heavy and cold. The sky above was a bruise, purple and swollen, pressing down on the stone walls of the keep. It was not a real keep. Or perhaps it was, but of a kind that only existed in the fever dreams of men who had seen too much blood on the...

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