The Distant Nightmare

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The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a heavy, silent veil that turned the moors into a sea of bruised purple and slate. Aldric walked with the heavy, deliberate grace of a man who had long since stopped counting his years and had begun, instead, counting the steps between the grave markers of the dead. His cloak, once the deep crimson of the Northern Guard, was now the color of dried...

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