The Distant Nightmare

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The feast was loud. It smelled of roasting lamb and wet wool. Tom sat on the floor. His knee hurt. A sharp, bright pain. It pulsed. Like a bird in a cage. "You look pale, lad," said the Miller. He poured more wine. The cup was heavy. Lead. Tom smiled. He was seven. He was small. He was quiet. "Is it bad?" asked his sister, Elise. She was twelve. Her eyes were big. Too big. "No," Tom said. He...

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