The Distant Nightmare

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2026-08-20 18:14:30 -

The dream was wet. It always was. I was seven. The hall was stone. It was cold. I stood on the steps. The King sat above. He was not a King. He was a shadow. A tall, dark thing. It breathed. The air tasted of iron. "Speak," it said. I opened my mouth. No sound came. I was the stone. I was the silence. I was the fear. I woke. My heart hammered. My ribs ached. The room was dark. My breath was a...

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