The Distant Nightmare

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2026-08-20 20:30:20 -

The rain fell like static. It was not water, but a fine, gray sleet that hissed against the cobblestones. Silas walked. His boots were soaked. He carried a satchel. Inside lay a map. The map was blank. He did not look down. He knew the way. The city was a labyrinth of stone and shadow. Gargoyles watched from the eaves. They had no eyes. They did not need them. Silas was an outsider. He wore a...

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