The Distant Nightmare

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The rain fell on the castle of Blackwood. It was a cold, relentless sheet. Thomas stood by the window. The glass was thick. It was old. He watched the water run down. It left no mark. Inside, the hall was warm. It was too warm. The air smelled of wax and meat. There were candles. Many candles. They flickered. Thomas was a servant. He wore grey. His hands were rough. He had been here for ten...

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