The Distant Nightmare

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The rain fell on the cobblestones. It was a cold, steady drizzle. It smelled of wet stone and old iron. I walked through the gates. My boots were heavy. The mud sucked at my heels. I carried a lantern. Its light was yellow and weak. It barely pushed back the dark. The dark was thick. It pressed against my eyes. I walked faster. The castle loomed before me. It was a shadow. It was a beast. It...

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