The Distant Nightmare

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2026-08-21 15:41:53 -

The rain slicked the cobblestones of the old quarter, turning the city into a mirror of wet iron and grey light. I walked with my head down, the weight of my uniform pressing against my shoulders like a second skin. It was a heavy thing, that coat. It smelled of damp wool and old tobacco. I was a sergeant in the municipal guard, a man whose job was to keep the peace in a city that had forgotten...

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