The Distant Nightmare

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The ink on the parchment was still wet, glistening under the amber light of the tallow candles like fresh blood drawn from a vein, and you watched the letters bleed into the parchment’s grain, forming words that tasted of iron and old dust on your tongue, while the heavy oak door at the end of the corridor creaked open with a sound that was not quite a sound but a low, resonant groan of the...

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