The Distant Nightmare

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The rain fell like a curse upon the stone. It was cold. It was dark. The tower stood alone. I stood with him. He was my son. His name was Julian. He held his sword. My hands shook. I could not stop them. The tremor was in my bones. It was in my blood. We were not fighting for glory. We were fighting for survival. The walls were high. The gate was barred. Inside, the air was thick with the smell...

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