The Distant Nightmare

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2026-08-21 14:14:39 -

The fog sits thick on the floor of the hall. It smells of damp wool and old iron. You stand by the window. The glass is cold against your cheek. You do not move. You wait for the King to pass. He walks down the center aisle. His boots make a dull thud. The sound is heavy. It shakes the dust from the high beams. You know his weight. You have carried it in your mind for years. Now it is in the...

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