The Distant Nightmare

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The mortar was grey. It was cold. It smelled of iron and old rain. Julian held the bowl. His hands trembled. He was a scholar of the court. He knew the weight of a stone. He knew the taste of fear. He did not know the taste of this. The king sat on the throne. He looked small. The throne looked large. The room was dark. Candles flickered. The shadows danced. They looked like rats. They looked...

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