The Distant Nightmare

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The feast was a riot of gold and ash, the air thick with the smell of roasted boar and the sharper, metallic tang of old blood. In the great hall of the Keep of St. Jude, the candles burned low, their flames trembling against the draft that seeped through the cracks in the stone. Sir Thomas Bradshaw sat at the far end of the long table, his armor polished to a mirror sheen that reflected the...

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