The Distant Nightmare

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The hall smelled of roasted boar and stale wine. The air was thick. It hung low, pressing against the stone walls. Torches flickered. Shadows danced. They were quick. They were sharp. They cut across the faces of the lords. Elias stood by the window. He wore a tunic of rough wool. It was brown. It was stained. He was not a lord. He was a man who kept the records. He was a man who kept the...

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