The Distant Nightmare

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2026-08-21 15:37:35 -

The feast was a wound in the dark. You stood at the edge of the long table, your hand resting on the pommel of your sword. The steel was cold. Your heart was not. Around you, the hall roared with a noise that was not quite sound but a vibration in the marrow. Torches burned with a blue, hungry fire. The air smelled of roasted boar, spilled wine, and the metallic tang of fear. You were a...

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