The Distant Nightmare

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The bell tolled not for the hour, but for the breaking of the world. You are on your knees in the mud of the outer courtyard, the cold seeping through the thin wool of your tunic until your bones ache with a dull, rhythmic throb. The sky above is not black, but a bruised purple, swirling with clouds that look like torn rags. This is the age of the King, the age of the Law, the age of the Seal....

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