The Distant Nightmare

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The seal was red. It cracked under the thumb. Thomas Ashworth stood in the dark of the cell. The stone was cold. It bit into his knees. He wore chainmail. The links rang. A dry, hollow sound. Like bones breaking. He was not alone. A figure stood in the shadows. It wore his face. But the eyes were wrong. They were hollow pits. Black voids. The mirror-self. The pressure. It did not speak. It only...

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