The Distant Nightmare

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The cellar smelled of wet stone and stale bread. Thomas sat on the cold floor, his knees drawn to his chest. He was nine years old. His hands were shaking. Not from the cold. From the hunger. Or maybe from the noise above. The boots. The shouting. The heavy thud of a body hitting the earth. A shadow fell over him. It was not a shadow. It was a man. Sir Aldric stood there. He wore armor that...

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