The Distant Nightmare

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The frost took the mill first. Then the river. Then your hands. You stand at the edge of the tree line. The wood is silent. It has always been silent. You are the seer. You are the keeper of the cold. Your daughter, Elara, is with you. She is young. She is warm. She does not understand the weight of your coat. It is heavy. It is made of wool and old spells. It is yours. It has kept you alive...

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