The Distant Nightmare

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2026-08-20 07:10:34 -

The bowl sits on the table. It is full. You do not touch it. You watch the steam rise. It curls like a ghost. Then it vanishes. Lord Ashworth stands by the window. His back is to you. He is a large man. He looks heavy. The light from the chandelier hits his shoulders. It makes them glow. "You hesitate, Sir." His voice is low. It is smooth. It has no edges. "I am not hesitant," you say. You keep...

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