The Distant Nightmare

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2026-08-20 07:30:38 -

The frost bit hard. It crept into the marrow. You pulled the wool tight. It smelled of damp earth and old sweat. You were cold. Always cold. The village of Oakhaven lay silent under the grey sky. Snow fell in heavy, wet clumps. It masked the footprints. It masked the sins. You walked toward the manor. The walls were high. The iron gates stood open. They had invited you. They had always invited...

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