The Distant Nightmare

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2026-08-20 01:28:06 -

The rain in the Citadel of Aethelgard did not fall so much as it seeped, a constant, gray weeping that turned the cobblestones into slick mirrors reflecting the broken sky. I stood at the edge of the precipice, my hand resting on the hilt of a sword that felt less like a weapon and more like a heavy, cold anchor dragging me toward the abyss. Beside me, Thomas Bradshaw adjusted his leather...

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