The Distant Legend

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2026-08-20 06:16:17 -

The dream was not a place but a texture, a heavy, wet wool that dragged against the inside of Thomas Bradshaw’s skull as he lay suspended in the dark of his cell, the air thick with the scent of damp stone and the metallic tang of old blood that seemed to seep from the very mortar of the walls. He did not see faces in the dark, only shapes, elongated and distorted by the flickering candlelight...

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