The Distant Nightmare
The feast is a mistake. You know it. The air is thick. Candlelight wavers. Gold leaf flakes. It falls on the floor. You do not sweep it. You are the guest. Or the host. It does not matter. The room is small. Stone walls. No windows. The door is barred. From the outside. You are inside. This is ancient. Or so it feels. Time is a loop here. The music stops. Silence is loud. You look at your...
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