The Distant Nightmare

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The dream began not with a scream but with the smell of wet iron and old, dried blood, a scent so visceral and heavy that it coated the back of Cillian’s throat before his eyes even opened to the grey, swirling mist of the highland moor. He was standing in the center of a circular clearing where the grass had been trampled into a pale, compacted dust, and in his hands he held a sword that felt...

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