The Distant Nightmare

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The bread in the stone oven of the Abbey of Saint Jude had a smell that was not merely of yeast and grain but of the earth itself, a heavy, loamy scent that clung to the back of my throat and refused to be washed away by the cold water I drank from the clay jug. I am a soldier of the King’s Guard, a man whose armor is dented and whose hands are cracked from the cold, yet I stand here in the...

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