The Distant Nightmare

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The rain fell in sheets, cold and heavy, turning the cobblestones of the lower district into slick mirrors that reflected the sickly glow of the oil lamps. Sir Elias Thorne stood at the center of the square, his armor dented and stained with mud, his breath coming in ragged, white plumes. Around him, the city of Oakhaven slept, or tried to. But sleep was a luxury that had fled the streets long...

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