The Distant Nightmare

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The first thing Marcus saw was the root. It was not a tree root. It was a vein of the earth, black and pulsing, thick as a man’s thigh. It had burst through the floor of the Hall of Whispers. The marble was cracked. Dust fell like snow. Marcus stood at the center of the dais. He was a Guard. He wore the gray tunic of the Inner Circle. His hand rested on his sidearm. He did not draw it. He knew...

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