The Distant Nightmare
The iron gate of the Ashen Keep did not rust, for it was forged from a star that had fallen before the first human breath, and Margaret Holloway stood before it not with the trembling of a supplicant but with the heavy, resigned stillness of a woman who has already died once in her mind. She was old, her spine a bow under the weight of centuries of service, and her hands, which had once shaped...
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