The Distant Nightmare
The bell rang. It was a dull, bronze sound that seemed to vibrate in my teeth. I stood in the center of the hall. The stone floor was cold. It bit into my boots. Around me, the air smelled of wet wool and old iron. I was the Captain. I wore the grey coat of the Order. My hands were steady. They had always been steady. I looked at the man in the corner. He was small. His shoulders were hunched....
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